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A Story by Lydia
We are a product of our environment.
If we are constantly oppressed,
We will act as those subjected to oppression.
We will either submit, or we wil..
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He says I'm the best thing that's happened to him
(He must have missed out on Einstein and Lincoln)
Sometimes he hears me when I haven't spoken,
An..
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The rush of traffic,
Slamming doors,
He’d never hear again.
Opened windows,
A child’s fright,
He’d never see again.
A gentle..
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Je vous aime, et je vous adore
Vous ne savez pas
Mais je sais,
Si, je sais.
Que vous voulez encore?
Vous ne savez pas
Mais je sais,
Si, je ..
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If I could describe the indescribable,
And if I could reach the stars in the sky -
If I could conquer the unconquerable,
I would have no trouble ..
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I have no wondrous summer days
Rather, I possess every sad winter night
And if I loved you, I would count the ways
But nothing you ever said was ..
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You and I, we're a piece of infinity
We're a second of time on this earth
We're minute and insignificant
But there’s a chance we can prove ..
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A Story by Lydia
It was a cold day in mid-February as we sat under the pavilion, my hand casually enfolded in his larger, rougher one. We barely said a word to each ot..
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This is the lyrical version of my poem "I'll Say it While I still Can"
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Has anyone in history felt the way that I'm feeling?
Love is enough for me to deal with,
But is it enough to light our way out of this place?
Such ..
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