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I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

It's Important To Be Aware Of How We Treat Others. Even Though Someone Appears To Shrug Off A Sideways Comment Or To Not Be Affected By A Rumor, It's Impossible To Know Everything Else Going On In That Person's Life, How We Might Be Adding To His/her Pain. People Do Have An Impact On The Lives Of Others; That's Undeniable.

That’s What I Love About Poetry. The More Abstract, The Better. The Stuff Were Your Not Sure What The Poets Talking About. You May Have An Idea, But You Cant Be Sure. Not A Hundred Percent. Each Word, Specifically Chosen, Could Have A Million Different Meanings. Is It A Stand-in ―a Symbol For Another Idea? Does It Fit Into A Larger, More Hidden, Metaphor? ...i Hated Poetry Until Someone Showed Me How To Appreciate It. He Told Me To See Poetry As A Puzzle. Its Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

And After I Dropped Him Off, I Took The Longest Possible Route Home... I Explored Alleys And Hidden Roads I Never Knew Existed. I Discovered Neighborhoods Entirely New To Me. And Finally... I Discovered I Was Sick Of This Town And Everything In It.

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy