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Poetry

Sometimes I write things down and I've decided to share those things here. Don't expect too much tho...

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by Libevonvale

by Libevonvale

The right to learn, love, feel and see, it's precious but not given to all.

Sometimes it's taken away.
Sometimes it has never been given.

Sometimes it will return.
Sometimes it won't.

They who possess make fun of those who don't.
They who don't have cry over those who do have.

Cries of pain.
Sorrow.
Longing.
Not belonging.

Fear has risen.
Risen up.
Up to where it didn't reach before.

Will it fall?
Who knows.
Not them.
Not those who have.

But those who haven't.
Finally.
In control.
Get them down.
Out their throne.

The revolution began.