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When was the last time you looked into someone else’s eyes to see how they were really feeling? Sometimes the pain lives beneath the skin and not below the multitude of bracelets and tear stained cheeks.

We hide the truth inside, and it rips us apart. A trillion thoughts rushing through all are heads. Some kids would go to unfathomable lengths to make them stop.

As much as you and I would like to pretend like the pain in all is not there it continues on and on and on in a never ending cycle. From womb to tomb.

You called her a slut and him a fag…. but who are you to judge them? We are all finding ourselves. One in the same.

Depression hits us like a bomb. Sent out to destroy. It affects not only the kids who sit alone, but also the girls and boys who laugh together.

Who are you to tell her to get over it? To say there’s nothing to cry about. I dare you to stop questioning the pain of others.

You see the story of others clearly when you have lived essentially the same one. Each and every heart pumping life through are veins. We are the same.

Are fate is all the same. In the end you and your greatest enemy both end up in the ground. A singular existence that was once great becomes a story.

To live carelessly is to live in denial. The world’s collective beat goes on and on a mixture of polar opposites.

So I ask that you go through the world with the constant reminder that your every move will impact not just you. ♡

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—	Fern Davis