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A days a wasted, left alone,
Nowhere to go, but to an unknown.
World, seperated from humanity,
away from those born in the world.
Aside. Aside the differences from right and wrong.
Happy and sad, the will-power to stand strong.
Among. Among those who know themselves and not lost in their own frustrations.
Stress brought upon the unsureness of being the person you wanna be.
Strength. Strength to carry on each day, facing conflict and knowing your own values,
to lead you in the direction of people who seek what you seek!
In the future of interest, of your choice, not others, the future of one day it will be right.
A time. A time when you thought nothing was possible, beyond your beliefs.
The will-power to forget all that was lost and embarck on what is!
The present. The present is where you are, no predicted or sure future, your wondering...dreaming...
For now you only know, which is true...
A days a wasted, left alone,
Nowhere to go, but stuck in an unknown.

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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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