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everyday is just another mock, to your already pathetic existence.
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Passion is such a suffering...
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what secrets the wind carries...
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wishes, promises, dreams, goals, plans... all of these can be just as dead as air.
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I want to give a feeling in this poem - the want to land for security - on ground's earthy home.
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...I know this all to well.
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My friend Rj: You don't need a building, a high official in theology, or to travel anywhere; you just need to go into your closet. (he inspired me)
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How a parent must feel when they leave their children behind- this is my own experience- I was the child crying in the distance... I hope my dad reads..
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My point, is how you will feel persecution's domination.
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The main point is to be a fire. A brush burning fire, burning everything in it's path, but if it devours all what it has or is- there will be nothing ..
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