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wrote this at camp. it's an artist's poem.
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Dear God, I wish
that i heard his cry.
Iwish that Ihadn't
passed him by.
I wish Ihad known
what went on in his home,
how he hated his life,
how..
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no, you're not quite the guy of my dreams.
i never imagined someone like you.
sure i wanted a guy who makes me smile
and loves me like you do.
i..
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found this one, wrote it a long time ago
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everything i lived for-
they took away from me.
they took away my motivation,
my pride and dignity.
they took away what made me smile,
what my wo..
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um..yea, we spend billions of dollars on space travel and other unnecessary things but people die every day because they can't afford health insurance..
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I used to dwell on the fact
we had to leave my dad,
until I think of those days,
the life we once had.
And then I realize
you got us out just in ..
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when He was laughed at and mocked,
He kept His mouth shut.
when Peter denied Him,
He felt no need to cuss.
bound to the cross,
blood pouring out..
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"is daddy here?"
i force out a lie.
i can't tell the truth;
i can't watch her cry.
i can't let her know
that he's right outside.
he ju..
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you are my poetic dream.
won't you be my reality?
i don't think you know what i mean..
i close my eyes; it's you i see.
my sleep enlightens
me to..
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