The Prayer of the Survivor


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Now I lay my wants to rest,

The weight of care upon my chest.

I promptly pine for clarity,

A remedy for this tragedy.

If we must die before we wake,

What measures, then, are we to take?

Live on in love and share our sorrow,

Ever hoping for brighter tomorrow.

And when body and soul are rent apart,

May survivors endure with comforted heart.

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In Fervent Prayer,

The Scribbler

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My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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