

BlissShe is my Maria. I will love her every time I cry, And if not then, then when I'm hung out to dry. Thoughts fill my head, being good, or bad. But my decisions, are left to be had. See, when I look at this girl, i seem to find art. In her face, and in her love for the ones she will not part. I am writing this poem, with the first words from my mouth. Not editing, or changing, so you grasp my meaning. We held hands together, every chance we got. I've always cherrished the love that she brought. And I will cherrish it, until the day I die. Because these are my words, and noBliss
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"In three-hundred years, when evil returns...
So shall we."
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"Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred."
-Luther, Martin (1483-1546)
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Moral ist immer die Zuflucht der Leute, die Schönheit nicht begreifen.
(Oscar Wilde)
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Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to.
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