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    To live without living would be but a life not worth living.To know between what is wanted and what is yearned to see if both are one in the same or just fact or fiction is what blinds my mind, heart, body and soul.The heart wants what the soul cant have; Love, companionship, hope, strength amongst others are things that the soul yearns for because of feelings once thought exhistant in another.Thought to once share the same for all to see now to fel betrayal of ones heart, to want to say whats needed yet not knowing how to say whats wanted.Does my heart beat for the one I love or is it all in the eyes of the beholder.To know how the other truly feels would put these things called feelings which will once and for all be able to be put to rest for they are not needed for this soul to carry on because they cannot exhist if there is no longer a soul to exhist in.My heart sheds tears of blood for the fairy tale once written has now become an after thought.Marriage, feelings, regrets, second chances, old romances once written true now fade from he history books because I now know thats all it was.A fairy tale is a fictional story told to enlighten, inspire to reach for something more yet fairy tales arent true nor do you see true happyness.Like the story of a mighty superhero they all end up dying.A once indestructable superman dies at the hands of another, spidermans love of his life dies, and the most human Bruce wayne or batman can allways seem to fight to keep people safe but end up cold and alone his whole life.To know whats wanted is my fairy tale and whats yearned is my grusome curse.To want to be loved by one truly would be not for one but for both would be a legacy worth dying for.And if this is to be true than is all the blood, sweat and tears worth nothing. To want to do anything and everything for that of another yet to feel half alive at the end worth risking my heart for a soul.The answer lies within the question;If one gives with a quarter of love and one gives in full can love, passion and companionship truly exhist.

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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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