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Someone knows me.
someone knows who I am, see's who I am, love's who I am.
And I am thankfull for he who not only know's me,
but know's my soul.
I am thankfull I dont have to play this role to acheive this goal,
that we both want.
And what is it that we want?
It's something not to flaunt,
Not to taunt,
Not to take and use it, but to need it , breathe it and drink it,
and consume it.
We want that peace that gives us a release, and brings us relief.
we want that love that we both share,
to share with others,
and be loved in return.
Because its our turn.
As god's children, as our ancestors decent,
the next generation, and as a person,
a human being,
a resident
of this nation.
People have power and people don't know it.
That person next to you could be full of love, full of respect
but he won't show it.
Why?
Because of what we expect.
we always expect the worse out of a person,
we expect the worse out of the world.
So we bring the worst out of ourselves.
Creating this shell.
Creating this invincible suit of armor
for when times get harder,
then what they need to be.
See, I am thankfull I have someone with me.
I don't have to fight alone anymore because
I opened that door,
and LET him walk in.

What are you thakfull for?

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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