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Strength In Numbers.

                                         When we fail to forget the pain
                                      of the atrocities that have plagued
                                                        our existence,
                                                    we deny the ability
                                       to overcome those pains entirely.
                                          And while we have the power
                                                ..... in our own hearts.....
                                              to better an insane world,
                                  we lose sight that there lies unshakable
                                                   strength in numbers.
                                    How else can we promise ourselves
                                              the impowering sunshine
                                         when we constantly put storms
                                                         in our way?
                                                 And how can we quiet
                                               the enemies of peace......
                                 when we conjure them up with our hatred?
                                       There is no shame in the mirror
                                            if we fight not in our battles.
                                              But we are certain to lose
                                         unless we surrender to the fact...
                                   that victory relies on the help of another.

— JWwildcat2012, Feb 23, 2009

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Region, Country: Brownsville,KY USA

Favorite Poets: D. H Lawrence and Robert Frost

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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Great Job my friend

I truly like your work! I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.