Sweet dreams to a night
so long ago, memories faded
into a blissful abyss,
jaded moments full
of momentary peace, alone
in the darkness
I hide beneath the stars,
bequeathing my scars
to a faint silhouette
lamenting through the night,
I hoped
I prayed
for freedom,
liberation from desire
to hold you in my arms,
hearing your voice
fading into time,
along the barricades
of a dream long foregone,
the epitome of my soul
a threshold of my time.
















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--George Bernard Shaw
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Thanks to Em-j-akahana for my great avvie!!!
Men cry not for themselves,but for their comrades...
FFVII Crisis Core.
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say it all.say it right.no regrets.no rewind.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
gj as always tho
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I'm not afraid of death! Whats it going to do? Kill me?
We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free...
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i love reading your poems... this one's sweet without being mushy... haaaizt..
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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