Life

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    Life

    What is life?
    Is it just something that we live or is it our journey just to find out when we are going to die?
    Trying to find a way to stop the pain,
    Cut one time and then another just to see if you feel anything at all.
    It does nothing but feel good,
    Then you want to do it again.
    Scared that if you did, your kids would be taken away.
    Stopped doing it and now all the pain is left inside.
    Inside to just build up, and hopefully never come out.
    What is this life for if you really don't want to be in it?


    Ashley Wilson aka Star

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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