

it mean

to be human?
thoughts
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the silence after them
The loudest sound during war is not the bombs… it is the silence after them. The silence when people realize someone they love will never come back. © E n i s ∞ r song: Bombs – Faithless
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nostalgia
My past has begun to resemble a musty thrift store.And if you read between the lines,The melancholy and fading glory are easy to find.There’s always something marked by it—It is yellowed paper that was once shining white. © E n i s ∞ r song: Nostalgia – David Sylvian
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portal
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. poem by:





