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We are a choir, singing familiar Christmas carols The voices, we have practiced for months to get the precise harmonies There was no sides, no division All the voices are needed to hear the complete message, united.

The homeless living on the street The homeless living far away from anyone, they know Homeless, lost is such a haunting word They get lost in the pavement We look away from them. In shame. Some live there by choice. Some never see the way out. We are all the same. Looking for a place of our own.

(Casting down, more like throwing down Destroying, breaking apart Completely dismembering something Throw it towards a direction, with force, Letting go of something and not getting it back the same) You may not like what it looks like After it has been cast down But it is yours, so you take it and try to reassemble the pieces. But you know, the only one who can is the one who made it in the first place.

The trench was deep There was no way out, it seemed I have dug a hole That only I could have fallen into That only I can get myself out of Panic set in As the darkness became darker I can hear me breathing But is there another breath? Someone above has come to the rescue?

"I have done nothing wrong" Or so I thought. Grabbed by the wrists and ankles, I was carried to the darkest room Wondering why and who and what was done The only light that shown was from a crack in the roof Hoping, praying for anyone to find me Falling asleep, then waking up to find me Safe in my room... What if I am still trapped inside?

knock

Knock on the door of my heart I may not open for you Because you knock like everyone else You say the same things But if you keep knocking I may see the difference If you change your voice From all the others I may take a look to see If you are who you say to be

sound

The sound of mouths barking back and forth jabbing, laughing dripping of gossip, slander BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. How can someone live constantly smearing garbage? They talk about everyone when they themselves can never be happy again.

fire

Something was burning, I could smell the wood and ashes As my heart increased its beating. It felt like my heart was bursting As the fires engulfed my sorrows. It was more than just sadness burning away. It was love.

game

You think this is all a game. Trying to control my own character to lead it where I think it should go. But I keep dying. I keep losing. You keep fighting back and knocking me down. Just like a guy to do things like that. This is why I didn't like playing video games with my brother. He was always better than me at those fighting games. But he always gave me a chance to defend myself. Not like other guys. At least I was trying. At least I was involved at playing games with him. Now I'm glad that I tried, because I may never be able to play games with him like we used to.

five

Five days. Five hours. Five o'clock. Five fingers on your hand. One day my hand will have a ring But what if I'm wrong? Five chances. I've messed up on them all. Most have moved on, But I feel I am still standing still. What has happened to me In these 5 years? How did I get stuck here?

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“The walked themselves home Tripping over themselves as they laughed in the moonlight. It was another long night, Long nights of dancing in the flashing lights, Moments of pure bliss. They can o…”

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