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| Doar |
it couldn't be this night, could it? that where the hail falls and the river courses? really it, could be that solitary escapade the no one looks forward to. the clenching of fists, the desire to direct your fists upon another. it is not this night, let it remain for a contemplation night. the scars upon my fists and face are enough. they remind me of times when i fought everything and everyone. they are enough now. but i will still fight against the opposition to the beliefs I hold now. scars are, physical scars, are for me temporary. mental scars seem to last a life time. but the blue_screen it is helping me. to be more compassionate. to be more accepting. i hope it will mate me to a future that is like a bedroom candle, shining, romantic in its light. . |
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