My guild to help people in Life. Part 1

life is full of problems that every one faces. it can be handled in many ways, like a test or a maze of only some of the ways to handle it.

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Poem #61: Dance with the Music

I guess one could say that its about finding your own path in life. anyways, hope you enjoy.

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Poem #42: Nothing

It is about appreciating life.

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Poem #16: Life

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A Draw

Do people only care about me because they worry about me? Or do they actually take interest of what I hold myself up to be? I do not believe that what I show others is the real me. I feel like a fake; forever hiding from judgment and the truth. How can...

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Stream

Feind of time unvale your testomony demon of life unleash your strife angle of death unseal your sheath time meets life, life meets death, death meats time, as we flow through the eternal stream we carry the burden **that is life

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Life....

We cant change the path that life has set for us...

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Sanity...

Sanity.... There is not enough for everyone... But i will divide mine so others can keep theirs.... But i have found mine.... In physical forms.... For it is in those.... That i call family... An older brother... And a younger sister... For...

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Gold Lightning…Part Three

So this story goes on about my powers and life and my parents i am not in elementary school anymore so that is something good. i am on a winter break right now from middle school. i am not in a good spot right now though.

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The Anthro Girl: Chapter 2

It bothered me in a way; they had no passion for life, no motivation to get good grades, and no idea what they were going to do in the future.

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Those Sundays

**Those Sundays** ** ** A welcoming shade slants far across the ruffled air of the stable block, where swallows wheel and nest no loss with earthen love, from poll to dock. I brush loose hair from around your girth, as you nuzzle and lip for...

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....Life

Innocence gone, life no longer long, we may not know, but we're all doing wrong. joy lost, the holocaust, we look to see, hearts covered in frost.

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