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MatthewDMorgan 
Interconnected my heart weaves in and out.
Endless my horizion fills me with doubt.
Despite my hardest tries, I cannot
manufacture worth inside your eyes.
No suprise, I rise to live everyday
in the same way I lived it before.
Short of glory and shaken to the core.
You have split what was so unified in me.
My destiney now spins three hundrend and sixty.
I stay thrifty in an effort to escape.
So trapped is my spirit.
Messages of poverty I will inheret
move me to give up before my future.
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i like this poem :)
nmeza85
Happiness needs sadness.
Success needs failure.
Benevolence needs evil.
Love needs hatred.
Victory needs defeat.
Pleasure needs pain.
You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything.
- Philippos
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