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I can see it, but it's so far away no one knows what's in it, no one can even begin to say But who knows; maybe some day, I'll look back and see what I thought was the real me. Looking back, I see all the times you made me cry, and it makes me wonder... How did I ever believe such false lies? The future holds many secrets, deep within its grasp but looking back, back at the past... Slowly... One by one. . . Its mysteries begin to clear surfacing from murky waters; The distant future, it becomes clearer, or is it simply getting nearer? All these unanswered questions, all these hopes, all these dreams, everything that

The sun is up, Spirits are downed, another friend is in the ground, Spring comes, Autumn goes, Everybody has their lows, Now just a memory Fading from our minds Of the loved ones we leave behind, All the sorrow, all the pain, is there really any gain? The memories we bear; The good, the bad all we share They help us hold on, Hold on, To those who are gone.

Prejudice is ... evil; uncalled for. Prejudice is an unfair assumption upon one's character, regardless of their true intentions. Prejudice is an abomination, a true evil created within the hearts of mankind. Prejudice is unfair. Prejudice has no justice, no rationality behind it. Prejudice is the ugliness, lurking beneath the skin of the mind, shivering in the corner of darkness, sheltered by hate and kin to madness Prejudice is everywhere. Prejudice is nowhere. Prejudice is inside me... suffocated by love and kindness, struggling to escape and sink its sickening teeth into my weak flesh, infecting my trembling m