Topic: Till my dying breath... | |
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My mind has nothing but contempt for the contraditcting nature of my heart.
I know the fact that I'am, and always will be alone, but deep inside lies an undying ember of hope. The unyeilding desire to find another. No matter what I tell myself differently, no matter how hard I try to kill it. Drown it in sorrow, strangle it with pain, numb it with indifference. I fear that it will remain smoldering, Till My Dying Breath. |
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Welcome
If your happiness is in the hands of another it will always be fragile ... Be the love you seek ... it will find you ... I really like the first line |
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alone is only a place one travel PAST by hard acceptance on the way to NEVER alone........if one accepts what the mind say as a half-truth, the whole truth must ALWAYS be the opposite, or the fear could never have existed..........each thing alive has two sides......pairs.....all emotion come in pairs.....to accept the hard first half be the plight of mankind, but the second HALF be the good side of bliss and wisdom
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Yeah I know. The whole poem came from my attempt at abolishing my emotions through the use of logic. Only for nature and the human condition to spite my efforts.
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..and thank everyone. (Not used to compliments.)
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To hope
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