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M. Ardnek |
Ain't it sick? Ain't it grand?
The way the heart can move the hand
to do the things you should not do.
You cannot help it. Why do you
persist in wishing time turn back?
So many ways the mind attacks.
It won't make sense. It isn't fair.
Too bad you're stuck; black pitch; no air.
The lifeless shuddering in your soul,
where once was joy, now cold dark hole
so deep and blank you can't pull up
to see what's real. Go on? Give up?
A small decision. What will you do?
The coward's way is quick. But you
are too attached to life it seems.
You keep on writing of your dreams
of love, of honor, truth and joy.
Choose wisely next or will destroy
yourself again. This much I knew...
The love you sought, lies within you.
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