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There is more to life then...There is more to life then argumentsThere is more to life then... by WriteEscape
There will always be some part of us that wants to prove that we're not like our parents or other people who control us. In the western world we have free speech but for some of the other countries out there that don't have this luxury. Just think for a minute or two what it would be like to not being able to express yourself. The issue with all of this is we cannot be able to understand what it is like to not have free speech since we've always had it.
My point is that although we're highly interested in the oil these countries has or the other resources that they offer to us. Sometimes the fact in order to have rich we must therefore have poor and sadly. Most of us are unaware of just why some of the African countries are so poor, and the chilling fact is that the reason they are poor is we don't give them the money they deserve for the materials and goods that they provide.
Please comment below if you think i'm wrong.
Hotel Sued for Using DDSHotel Sued for Using Dewey Decimal SystemHotel Sued for Using DDS by WriteEscape
So I found this online:
The Library Hotel in New York is based on a cute conceit: "Each of the 10 guestrooms floors honors one of the 10 categories of the [Dewey Decimal System] and each of the 60 rooms is uniquely adorned with a collection of books and art exploring a distinctive topic within the category or floor it belongs to."
Too bad the hotel didn't check with the Dewey Decimal System's owners: the Online Computer Library Center. Now the OCLC is suing the Library Hotel for trademark infringement. Fortunately, the OCLC is willing to back down--if the hotel is willing to enter into a licensing agreement. (The OCLC will give the same answer if you ask them whether you can use the Dewey Decimal System on your website.)
My instant reaction was what has this world come to, yes people own rights to things, yes the DDS is used by every library known to man. They're only suing them because they want some money for a license to use
A funeralIt's a grave site. But only one figure bears hollow eyed grief of the grieving. There is no eulogy of painful farewells to the dearly departed, just the quiet murmuring of the crowd, their tired eyes finally finding some resolve. For them it was finally over; for her it had only begun.A funeral by LadyKylin
A single white lily with falls from her hand, tumbling until it soundlessly rests on the oaken casket. Every tired eye following the descending sentiment into the gaping wounded ground. "Sorry." A single word never spoken and that had been left behind. Sorry that you left, or sorry for what you left behind? She asks in sorrowed silence. No one would answer, even if they could hear. There were no answers. Only a bitter silence, broken by a whispering wind, moaning over the many marble markers of healing scars.
She shivers from the absent warmth of the fall miser sun, in the steel gray sky. Could you have caused all this? She asks, lusterless eyes gazing at the broken crowd. Could yo
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You Could LoveYou Could LoveYou Could Love by cowgirlke
I am the one who knows
Everything you hate
And everyone you try to love
I am the one who knows
all you love
And all you live for
I am the one who cries
In the middle of the darkness
Once I know I will never disguise
Who I really am for you
I am the one who cries
Over nothing but the pain in my chest
That dark, devilish think that only flies
On the days you see me at your side
I am the one who would lie
Just to have you here, at my side
To be my knight in armour so bright
I am the one who lies
Everything me heart screams, my mind denies.
Are we meant forever?
Would you give everything for me, as I would you?
Do we even share anything in out hearts?
Would you cry if I were to die tomorrow?
Would you lie for my life?
Would you heal the scars you made, even though,
You don't know you made them?
Could you even see my hand with yours?
Could you bear to hold me tightly?
Could you ease my suffering?
But--deep in the black hole you yourself bore in my chest,
There are whispered w