08-18-99

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    08-18-99
    Voices so loudly up in my head Sometimes I wish that I was dead Storms and the rain are drowning my dreams Now can you see just what I mean Lightning has hit me in the ass Changed my mind once in the past Cannot find the words to hold All my thoughts that seem like gold Friends are astray and family too It really makes me stop and miss you My only friend we traded thoughts Your patient hand untangled my knots My only friend you left me too Now I am wondering what I should do Now my thoughts race like wild hearts on fire I lost my only one true desire

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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