"When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose is a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey, for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog its day."
- Charles Kingsley,
Water Babies
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PoetryCold. Warm. Dark. Light. There's no difference when all you feel is numb; that's all I ever feel. The physical pain isn't pain anymore, it's relief. It's the words that hurt - only the words. But what happens when you want to use that blade...
