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i dream of a life filled with love

i dream of a time when a child can be raised without scrutiny

i dream of honor once given

i dream of hope

i dream of death, life, love and equality all in one breath



i know that without undying drive

nothing will come of dreams

there was a time that all of these dreams were easily obtained

where all in a life would be eternaly content

where life came before death and love conqured all else.



we search for all of this yet know that searching will gain us nothing with nothing without sacrafice

so what do we do?



do we attempt to make a diffrence in our own existance?

do we try to better our own self involved situation?

or do we continue as we have for all of our existance

and fester away everything that we have ever strived to be and ever attempted to have?



shall we be allowed to continue on like this

forever and ever falling faster into this bare waste of existence



we suppose that this is all thats left anymore

we accept that there is nothing left to work with

that all options have been exhausted...



and i am.