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  • Confusion

    RIDE

    I AM ONE WITH MYSELF
    BUT NOT WITH ANOTHER.
    SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?
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    I SEE MYSELF AS A RAINDROP COMPARED TO THE COUNTLESS SOULS THAT HAVE LIVED LIED FOUGHT AND CRIED
    IN THIS VAST WORLD WE LIVE UPON.
    IF YOU ABLE TO FIND ANOTHER IN THIS SPHERE OF SUCH COMPLEXITY THEN YOU HAVE CONQUERED THE OBSTACLE FEW HAVE EVER really KNOWN
    OR EVEN CARE TO SEE WITHIN THEMSELVES
    TRUE LOVE IS FOREVER
    love IS JUST CONVENIENCE
    FOR I AM THEY BEHOLDER OF THE ALTER OF MY OWN SACRIFICE!!!!!!

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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