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My True Love

 It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more

A Proud Soul


Where around us we find comfort is what marks us.

For our comfort is not that of strength, not that of knowledge, or that of dogma.

It is where we secure our ever loving minds. 

The minds that have been neglected. The minds that need a sense of safety where we are not safe.

It is where we gain love. Love given to us before but not recognized.

We live with it in a hateful light. We see it as a weakness. We see it as harmful.

For this is not where we act, or where we strengthen, but it is where we live out our deepest desires.

Our desires are not chosen. Our desires are not designed. Our desires are assigned, and without conscious purpose.

It is what makes us beautiful. The passivity it displays balances us.

Without it, there is no relation to one another. There's no shared experience. 

The angry become calm, the anxious become safe, the ashamed become prideful.

Its beauty is taken for granted, day by day, and never respected.

What we respect is our accomplishments in spite of this safety.

A proud soul knows his time is limited. A proud soul uses his comfort copiously. A proud soul has found his love to spread to others.

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