By Euphedra and Neillia Aster
The mind is a chamber,
A wondrous room,
With chairs of thought,
And tables of truth,
It is an infinite space,
Heated by hope,
Cooled by fear,
This room with endless wonders,
Overflows.
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Walking Into Black
PoetryDon't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you tr...
