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I’m not sure What To do Or say I can’t Stop thinking And letting Anxiety Take over I’m not sure What To do Or say I have Over thought And failed To process This I’m not sure What To do Or say And now Prayer Is the Only Thing left I’m not sure What To do Or say So I give This all To You

We Are Too Young To Have Experienced The Things We Have. We Are Too Young.

Beautiful hatred. Amazingly the silence Will soon kill us all.

Every day without you gets a little easier. Every day without you feels so wrong. Every day without you life goes on. Every day without you I still miss you. Every day without you I start to forget you And thats something I never want to do. So I sit and try to remember your voice again It's like a breath of fresh air But then you're gone again. But everyday I cry a little less.

If we are talking And it is not about prom I'm not listening

Is this art? This crying of the soul This compilation of doubt Is it art Letting it all out? Is this art? This greif This pain Is it art That we'll never be the same? Is this art? The death The blood Is it art That before the rainbow came the flood? Is this art? The broken hearts The tears Is it art That we live in fear? Is this art? Broken pencils Paint splatters covering the walls Is it art To not want to feel anything at all? Is this art? This darkness This hell? "What is art?" We asked the stars as they fell.

If you take just one minute Every day That is three hundred and sixty five minutes a year. That's a little more Than six hours a year. Six hours Every year. Six more hours I could've spent Talking to you Thanking you Encouraging you Letting you know Just how much you meant. One minute a day. I promise you, In memory of you, Because of you, I will spend At least one miute a day Reminding people how much I love them. You always did that for me. I wish I had remembered to take One minute each day To talk to you. Or just talked to you For one minute longer. That's six hours I'll never get back. I'll make sure to make The rest of my six ho

There is something fleeting About something so beautiful. It isn’t meant to last. There is something beautiful About something so fleeting. It is meant to last. Though the beauty itself may not last It makes an impact. You left a legacy You made a mark on me You made a mark on everyone. And although that mark May sometimes hurt like a scar, I’ll remember your joy And that heaven isn’t so far. I may never know why And I may never understand. But I’ll try and remember Maybe God has a bigger plan You’re safe now. Safe and sound.

I'm wearing my pink dress But the sky is cloudy and grey. I'm wearing my airplane earings Because I'd like to fly away. I miss the city lights That late night flight Holding his hand Staring down at the land Far below us. I miss the river And I miss the taste of jungle air I miss the barfoot children And late night truth or dare I miss the sands of the desert And being surrounded by history. I miss standing small beside the pyramids And feeling their mysteries. I miss my travelling hat Only worn when true adventures lie ahead but now it just looks sad Hanging up over my bed. I want to take a taxi to the airport And get on the next flight