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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2011 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2011.05.23.06.24.3285]] |
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Good people are so rare to find that when I do I am tempted to chain myself to their hearts and shelter them from these things called people that surround them (shelter them from this thing I call myself) we are muted representations of grace permutations of something defiled grand misunderstandings burning in a fire fueled by faith and unnecessary fears Good people are hard to find (not those awkward aberrations drowning in surreality those that laugh nervously, desperately after every word spoken the ones who are consumed by insecurities and fear those who relish intolerance and idiocy or those who feign kindness to please or placate others out of fear for the other's fear and let their beliefs be dictated by silence apprehension and trepidation not those who cherish ignorance or turn away from this world when this world is all that we have) the compassionate ones that explode and search endlessly for change and meaning relentlessly iconoclastic and warm granting tranquility with their smiling eyes to those that ask Most people are forgettable and I pray that they will forget me but I hope that you will remember me |