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I regret to inform you that Nobody’s dead
An unhappy bullet shot straight through her head
Her time had run out, and tears she did shed,
For that is the reason that Nobody’s dead

Nobody laughed, and Nobody cried,
Nobody had fears held deep down inside.
The more that she suffered, the more that she lied,
And that is the reason why Nobody died.

Nobody knew how Nobody felt,
For it was Nobody’s pain that Everyone dealt.
Everyone taunted until Nobody Knelt,
Until Nobody cried, But their hearts did not melt.

Nobody had Nothing in whom she could confide.
Nothing was always there by her side.
Nothing helped Nobody through this turbulent tide,
But at least Nothing was there when Nobody died.

And so, dear friend, I give this warning to you
That even though the world may seem violent, dim, and blue,
That of all of creation, only Nothing is true,
And all of us are Nobodys,
Even me,
Even you.
©2008-2010 ~LordEnrique
:iconlordenrique:

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"A person is a Person, no matter how small"
- "Horton Hears a Who" Dr. Seuss.

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:iconfoofoothefreak:
Brilliant... simply brilliant.. instant fave!

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:iconalimarialinder:
= ( That's rather sad.
*totally though of kingdom hearts at the beginning*
>.>
:iconlordenrique:
Mucho thankos, Sinorita! This has made my night.

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:iconlordenrique:
HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S ON VACATION!

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:iconalimarialinder:
= )
At last, the brain washing has set in.
:iconfoofoothefreak:
YAY!! I made your night...

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:iconharmz4heaven:
I love this poem. It makes me think! ^^ Brilliant. Indeed.
:iconlordenrique:
Well, if I've made at least one person think, I can sleep better at night. Thank you, friend. I feel warm and toasty inside (or perhaps that's the gerbil I ate earlier.)

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So thought provoking. I loved it.

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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.

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