cleanse me in the body of souls
which know not whether to lay waste or to rise up and conquer,
whose pieces have been scattered in ruin for all to see, a solemn warning of what future awaits should they dare try and misstep.
let my ashes sink to the bottom,
undiscovered for centuries, til they are mistaken as grains of sand in piles of mud.
let them wonder if what once I was would be worth knowing now, although it is much too late.
and when they place my particles under the microscope, finally they will be able to grasp what great agony it is to be misunderstood.
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nevertheless it is not her job to console the weary, sight the blind, or heal the sick.
she remains planted, a beacon of inspiration for those who seek it.
..:: thread ::.. Let’s work off the assumption that we are in fact, not robots.
Like it or not, as humans we all have emotions; we just may emote in different ways. [spoiler alert, this is okay and actually great]
Some people gush out all their feelings, singing the praises of those they love, while others notice ways to improve the lives of others and perform acts of service.
Others will give sentimental tokens of their affection, etc.