Life, it's what I need;
To live, it's what I want;
Death, it's what I fear;
To die, it's what I await.
Sadness, it's what I deny;
To be sad, it's what I miss;
Happiness, it's what I dream;
To be happy, it's what I forget.
Journey, it's what I venture;
To journey, it's what I vex;
Confidence, it's what I have;
To be confident, it's what I can't.
Love, it's what I feel;
To love, it's what I study;
Hatred, it's what I create;
To hate, it's what I fight.
Myself, it's what I seek.
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
