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May 05, 2018 08:16PM

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*raises hand*"
Is that a yes, that you've experienced it and had to ask these questions? Or do you have a question? XD

*raises hand*"
Is that a yes, that you've experienced it and h..."
Ah, yeah I get you.






Do You?
Do you ever think about the stars,
the ones that no longer shine,
the ones that are no longer quite bright,
the ones that have burned out?
Do you ever think about the world,
how many people and beings have come and gone,
how many are still here,
and how you're just one in millions,
how you should feel so insignificant and small?
Do you feel so insignificant, so small?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
In a crowd of millions
and millions of people,
what do you see,
to whom do you plea?
In a crowd of hundreds
and hundreds of people,
is it still the same,
does it ever change?
In a crowd of ten
and only ten people,
who do you see,
to what do you plea?
In a crowd of one
and only one,
does it remain the same,
will you ever change?
and then they was gone
and I was gone too
we never made a promise to stay
and yet our fingers were always crossed
did you know,
did you ever know?
Did you ever look and see
the monsters we swore we were
but you refused to see?
Did you, did you, do you?
In a crowd of millions
and millions of people,
what do you see,
to whom do you plea?
In a crowd of hundreds
and hundreds of people,
is it still the same,
does it ever change?
In a crowd of ten
and only ten people,
who do you see,
to what do you plea?
In a crowd of one
and only one,
does it remain the same,
will you ever change?
and we tried to warn you,
how cruel the mind could be.
and we tried to warn you,
just how broken broken could be.
and we tried to warn you,
how we weren't good,
how you couldn't rely on us-
don't tell us that we saved you.
We really really didn't,
yeah we really really didn't,
No,
cuz sacrifices are only sacrifices
if the sacrifice doesn't want to go
and we all want to go
we all wanted to go
and so we go and so we went,
won't you go too won't you won't you
don't you please don't go too
I'll ask again,
In a crowd of millions
and millions of people,
what do you see,
to whom do you plea?
In a crowd of hundreds
and hundreds of people,
is it still the same,
does it ever change?
In a crowd of ten
and only ten people,
who do you see,
to what do you plea?
In a crowd of one
and only one,
does it remain the same,
will you ever change?

"The Lifeguard"
By James Dickey
"In a stable of boats I lie still,
From all sleeping children hidden.
The leap of a fish from its shadow
Makes the whole lake instantly tremble.
With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go out through the boats.
I set my broad sole upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from earth onto water
In quest of the miracle
This village of children believed
That I could perform as I dived
For one who had sunk from my sight.
I saw his cropped haircut go under.
I leapt, and my steep body flashed
Once, in the sun.
Dark drew all the light from my eyes.
Like a man who explores his death
By the pull of his slow-moving shoulders,
I hung head down in the cold,
Wide-eyed, contained, and alone
Among the weeds,
And my fingertips turned into stone
From clutching immovable blackness.
Time after time I leapt upward
Exploding in breath, and fell back
From the change in the children’s faces
At my defeat.
Beneath them I swam to the boathouse
With only my life in my arms
To wait for the lake to shine back
At the risen moon with such power
That my steps on the light of the ripples
Might be sustained.
Beneath me is nothing but brightness
Like the ghost of a snowfield in summer.
As I move toward the center of the lake,
Which is also the center of the moon,
I am thinking of how I may be
The savior of one
Who has already died in my care.
The dark trees fade from around me.
The moon’s dust hovers together.
I call softly out, and the child’s
Voice answers through blinding water.
Patiently, slowly,
He rises, dilating to break
The surface of stone with his forehead.
He is one I do not remember
Having ever seen in his life.
The ground I stand on is trembling
Upon his smile.
I wash the black mud from my hands.
On a light given off by the grave
I kneel in the quick of the moon
At the heart of a distant forest
And hold in my arms a child
Of water, water, water."

Aw come on *hugs*
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