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Preserving a Legacy A nameless blind swordsmen who had lived an otherwise quiet life left to the cemetery. His skin a canvas of scars and worn out markings burned into his flesh. His hair blackened gray fully flowing down his back.Preserving a Legacy by ~Showtimedr
Everyday the same, he traced the graves with his fingers and honored the fallen. The first grave read
"Here lies John Stasis who perished while tirelessly protecting his allies."
The next one
"Vance Bishop lived a tormented life. With the loss of his Kaimana he lost all hope. May you finally have peace my friend."
After that
"Kenji Arthur the one of a kind inventor who turne
Can you understand? Can you understand?Can you understand? by ~Showtimedr
Not having a dream?
Not being needed by anyone?
The pain of simply living.
The realization that you are unwanted.
Why do I still exist?
Why has all my passion subsided?
My introduction to rascism When I was four years old my mother and father divorced. Over the next five years I spent the week days with my father and weekends with my mother. Friday after school I was sitting outside my house on the corner waiting for my mother to come pick me up.My introduction to rascism by ~Showtimedr
My mom was normally a little late but I didn't want to miss her for some reason. I had my lunch box which was covered in stickers I got from my teacher for cleaning up after class.
I look down the street a ways and there are three hispanic guys in their early teens riding bikes down the street about 4 streets away. I thought nothing of it and began to look the other way to try and figur
I like yours too. Maybe soon I'll know what it is! An eye? 
Sta.sh
Tired 
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