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    A single tear appeared on my face.
    Uncountable amounts of thoughts increasing within my mind.
    Feelings so incredible, emerging throughout my heart.
    Knowing nothing about the future.
    Forgetting all existence of the past.
    Changes are occurring, life flying by tremendously fast.
    All the good times, I thought I had.
    Turned out to never last.
    Getting high with my friends, sucking on the glass dick, eating poisons of the land.
    Nothing seems to matter; it soon will all come to an end.
    Staying up all night.
    Watching, waiting for the dawn of a new day to begin.
    Slowly it's killing me within.
    Searching for hope, hiding from my pride.
    Where could I find this soul of mine?

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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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