they reason i write

If you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, its love! And when you love someone y-you just don't stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don't give up because if I could give up... If I could just, you know, take the whole world's advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be... That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is.

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Wednesday, 27 August 2014

fighters of the street

come now in front of me
tell me what you see
can you even bare what you see?

i tell you what you see
a boy a man a woman
whose dreams got smashed up
and got their lives fucked up

this boy's dreams now become nightmares
forced to sell drugs just to go homeless
he doesn't need to sleep
nightmares are his living  life and he is not even in sweet sixteen

a man with no job
his child starved of hope
hope for a better live
a life which is not full of dope

a woman go down the streets
standing on the edges
standing there waiting for their ''saviour''
 fuck her ,pay by hour

you call them junkies dealers sluts
i call them fighters
fighting for a better life 
fighting  for a better dream
and not this fucked up nightmare

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