<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Sadness In Your State</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">an autobiography appears life a blurred picture<br>you are lost in the tracks of the past<br>greatness is never spotted<br>because you have considered each as a mere folder<br>another item, just like any other number that slides from your fingers<br>then something bites you<br>the pain makes you jerk, and you begin to watch carefully the tip of <br>your thumb, <br>this hurts, who is this? who are you? <br>and you know the person well, <br>the one that hurt you makes you remember a name<br>the face sticks in your brain<br>somehow, you remember, he is the greater one which you did not mind<br>and now you claim<br>we were together in that same school of thought<br>and i believe you, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">why do you have to be like that? when there is no scream there is no one.<br>when you do not hear the jump into the storm from the ship of prolonged<br>blot of dark blue color, or that scarlet of bloody discrimination<br>from the rest of the oppressing humanity<br>then<br>that is the only time that you begin to mind<br>that there is someone out there and he is calling for help</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why do you think of help only when you are dying yourself? <br>why do you begin to think of caring when you are hurt yourself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you only feel, when the pain starts to take its house in you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493679" data-title="That Sadness In Your State de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="an autobiography appears life a blurred picture you are lost in the tracks of the past greatness is never spotted because you have considered each as a mere folder another item, just like any other number that slides from your fingers then somethi..."></div> </div> </div>

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