My Stand:
This river
Cold and deep
All my thoughts just lurk beneath its surface
To break upon the shore
To hold all that is dear
In a rush I hear a voice
To take my stand
Or face defeat
How long will I last against myself this time?
Where will it end?
When will this vessel reach a dry place?
To listen to the cry of the animals in the night
Each singing its own song
It scares me to think
They have what I don’t
Purpose they have found.
For them its just surviving.
For me, what?
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When it hurts just to breathe, when your days are hard, and your nights are long, when you're thinking of giving up on it all...Here there are a pair of arms to encircle you, two lips to kiss away your tears, two hands to wash away all the pain of yesterday
My Stand
The pen is mightier than the sword, I know. But what about the pencil? 
This is how my life is: I'm forever beating my head against a wall...
All I have to say is ... "SMURF!!!"
