"It's no use..
hell no matter how much I try to go back I can't,
I fear of change yet I am used to it.
I don't know why I change,
that's just who I am.
The fear of change for which we don't know..
It can make people go mad for people hate change.
Or maybe your like the few of us-
who despise is yet live threw it.
The world can be a cruel place yet it can also be full of beauty,
So which part does change take part in?
The pain and cruelty,
Or the beautiful innocent side?
Or even could it part take in both?"
-A_Grim_Reaper
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Quotes/Poems/small speeches
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