Sorry guys, this one was pretty random and doesn't make much sense.
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I keep thinking,
Thinking of nothing,
And of everything,
Both are the same in the essence of thought,
Memories will never fade,
What is lost will be found,
Mixed bags full of wishful thinking,
To walk two moons takes a leap of faith,
Your wish is stolen,
That's the real bruiser,
But we're all warriors at heart.
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Losing the Luster of Life
PoetryA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!