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  29.     

The Loss Of Us All

Shed a tear for me and the loss of my brothers and sisters of humanity, wear a purple heart, a pink bow, or a solemn smile.


I wear these emotions on my face like a badge of honour, tears of joy or sadness, of either we cannot comprehend.


Shine with integrity, honour, humanity and compassion. Despite our loss; We who are still at attention, salute you. Not your funeral procession, not your requiem guests, or the coffin in which you lie.


We salute you not for bringing us honour, but for being there when we needed someone, as you were there for us, when we needed you.


As a Grandparent, an Uncle and Aunt, a Father and Mother, a Son and Daughter and a Friend.Raw emotions explored and dissected.


Our loss isn't dedicated to the empty shell of the person we once knew and loved, but of the friend we knew and loved with every once of our soul.


The loss of us all isn't in a funeral's last requiem but in the shattered souls of our humanity, in which we all fall destined unto the ensnaring captivity of time itself.


We will miss you, but we will see you again.In this life or the next.
 
Micah Krahn

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From The Start

From the start, she who describes the complicated concept of how she feels. Time trough time, as if he can’t behold the past memories as loss times of hope that never strikes back to see again. A German that spoke a very diligent way that describes the concept of what they already had made. “Dash we Sandlots in der Verlustfreude unwissend mit wurde, bihearted Gedδchtnisse, die bald vergessen mόssen.”(Whom location in the loss joy became ignorant with, bihearted memories, which must forget soon.) But he haven’t take forth the responsibility that devolution him in his past history. He tried to take one the chances of the new changes he might face with.
 
James Anderson

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The Room.

There is a room. It is not here, nor there but everywhere. Well, at least I feel as if it so. It is here that I became new. In my own house, by the hands of my own. The blood I shed, was his too. Outside the door lies my innocence. I race for that door but he keeps pulling my pants-pulling them down. The loss of innocence is a sacred secret to be kept. In between of becoming an adult and my legs, I am too young for this loss. Each caress revolts my stomach and he looks at me and I know- this is where I will die. Finally I leave...but I am still lying there. There is no escape.
 
Lorena Walker

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Losing My Minority

To lose one’s minority
Is not a bad thing.

With the loss of minority
come untold opportunities,
The magic of the number Eighteen.

With the loss of minority
Comes the lifting of the chains
That we once called childhood.

With the loss of minority
Comes college, then work,
Credit cards and Ebay.

With the loss of minority
Come parties and booze,
Familiar faces in the evening news.

With the loss of minority
Comes the search for a partner –
The thorn-lined chatrooms on rose-colored sites.

With the loss of minority
Comes the loss of virginity
And the loss of your sanity.

To lose one’s minority
is not a bad thing.

Young girl, welcome to your future.
 
Marin Tsuikata

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