The truth is
I have shed leaves
Struck down by goodbyes
That cared not a dime
For my reverent constancy

Oh such is life-
astounding
Beating you up for your passions
As though it is criminal to cherish

The truth is
It is enslaving to be numbed-
deadened by memories abhorred
That one inhabits outside themselves
As a soul abandoned

Whatever life shall beget
I shall feel-
to be free

© Words are living things. 

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Words are living things. There is no life lived to its fullest without madness and passion. I want my life to be proud of me by the time we part ways.

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