Thursday, April 18, 2013


There is joy for I found the figure
And learned how to escape any trigger
One should not say escape because there is no fear
More like forget one's own problems near
The antithesis of self-sorrow
A philosophy not meant to borrow
Philosophies exchanged withing the books
Some find tragedy in withstanding the hooks
Others accept it as a way to survive
But this is an account some must derive
Some things are a blend for all to see
This blend will teach triumphs of harmony
All the letters are just a cross
Of experiences without a cost
Just a cross that we must carry
Until its a story we must bury
Some may not have for goodbyes
Some expect the spirit's rise

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