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“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”

— Lang Leav

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are you poem

Yes

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cars is pretty cool

I like cars because racing

cars is love and life

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— Mary Kate Teske

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It's hard to get hurt

When you don't trust anyone

That's why loves scary

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Human, by Grain Woods

No one looks how they want.

You always want some change.

No one likes how they want more.

As it will never be enough.

Why can't we all look the same.

Just skeletons of reality.

No one would have to worry.

If they were pretty.

If they were skinny.

If they were too skinny.

If they were too hairy.

If they were perfect.

If they were too human.

No one would have to worry.

But we're human.

We'll always worry.

About something.

About nothing.

We are human.

We will never be perfect.

Isn't there beauty in it.

We're all different.

With different ideas of beauty.

So in someone's eyes.

We are beautiful.

Even if

we don't see it ourselves.

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“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.”

— Courtney C. Stevens; The Lies About Truth

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Warsan Shire, from "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"

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YOU MUST NOT SLEEP, by Arnulf Øverland

(Original in Norwegian, English translation below)

I awoke one night from a disturbing dream;

It felt as if a strange voice spoke earnestly,

Low as a faint, subterranean stream.

I arose and said: “What do you want of me?”

“You must not sleep! You must not sleep!

You must not think it was only a dream.

Picture the theme:

The gallows are built right here on the lawn.

The soldiers will fetch me to-morrow at dawn.

Awaiting our doom

The prisoners cells are placed row by row

We lie in the terrible cold below

We are rotting alive in the wretched gloom.

Why we lie here waiting we do not know.

And who shall be the next one to go?

We sigh and we cry, can’t you hear us weeping?

And can you do nothing? O, do not keep sleeping.

No one can hear –

No one will see or know what we fear

What is more:

No one believes what is happening here.

But you say that can’t be true.

People are not så cruel to each other?

There must be some who are kind like you?

You sure have something to learn, my brother.

They say you must give your life when it’s needed.

Now we have done it, in vain we have pleaded.

The world has forgotten us, betrayed is our fight.

You must not sleep again to-night.

You must not go to your business and pleasure,

Thinking of losses and gains and leisure.

You must not blame it on cattle and land,

Saying it’s all I can spare, understand?

You must not sit in your good cosy home,

Pitying poor people who are bound to roam.

You must not allow as some people do

the injustice that is not levelled at you!

With my last breath I cry till I fall:

You are not allowed to forget this at all.

Do not forgive them, they know what they’re doing.

They kindle the flames of hatred and ruin.

Their lust is in killing, in torment and fear.

They want to see the world disappear.

They wish to drown us in human blood too!

Don’t you believe it? You know it’s true.

You know that schoolchildren are marching through cities,

Happy as soldiers, singing their ditties,

Fired by their mothers’ betrayal for more.

Defending their country they will go to war.

You know of the villainous treasons that leads

To heroes and faith and noble deeds.

You know that there’s nothing a child respects more

Than heroes and banners and trumpets and gore.

He must fight in a whirlwind of shells and forever

Is left there to rot, and then has to face

Death for Hitler’s aryan race

You know that’s the goal of human endeavour.

I did not know it. It’s too late I trust.

My trial is fair and my punishment just.

I believed in progress, I believed in peace,

In labour, in friendship and love and ease.

He who is not prepared to die with the rest

must venture alone, on the scaffold’s crest.

I cry in the dark, Oh could you but hear us.

It’s one thing to do, and it’s to prepare us.

Save your own soul, I cry full of yearning

Save your own children, for Europe is burning.”

I shivered, felt cold, outside stars were shining.

Besparkling the sky, but a foreboding lining,

a streak in the sky like a dark ugly gleam

Spoke of the same as the voice in my dream.

The day beyond the earth’s rim stood

gleaming and rising in fire and blood.

Rose in anxiety, breathless and bold

as if the stars themselves grew cold.

I thought to myself: Something now will aspire

Save your children, my people, our world is on fire.

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Watching, by Grain Woods

I draw,

But mostly eyes.

All I draw is eyes.

Is it because,

All I do is watch.

People having fun.

While they talk,

I watch.

I observe.

People are interesting,

I notice their tendencies.

When you watch instead of talk.

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“It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.”

— Unknown