I am always afraid for them all, even before they rise or fall.
I have this dark ooze in my hear because I care And it's what keeps me hoping they will rise. Sometimes my brother says it's more than you should bare. But that's not the problem. . . I just don't want them to die.
When will they save themselves? WHEN?? I just want peace and love for all, sadly, I know it will never happen now or then. I miss being sure they will reach their call. . .
Author's Note: Hey, I've just been in a state of fear for a few days and just am afraid for my future because it really lays in more than just my hands. I hope and pray things will get better and the planet will heal, but with each rise there is a fall in hope. I used to want children of my own to raise with a loving husband, but now I question if I should bring life into such a sick world where so very few chose to do a single DAMN thing about it. I try, and I'm not perfect. I've cut back on the beef I eat. It's hard. Beef and meat as a whole is so engrained into my culture and my family that I don't think I can get rid of it completely.
I want to do more than I already do, I really do! I want to give away all the money to get these blessed scientist the resources needed to fix our home. God gave us this gift and it'd be wrong of us to waste it for the future generations. I don't know. . . I just need even a sliver of more hope to keep me going.
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FantasyThey're just here to help me cope and hopefully help some of you cope or better understand yourselves. I truly hope you enjoy.
