though my heart flutter and pound at its cage like a wild thing,
let it be stone.
though my soul crumble,
let it be strong to support all which it bears.
though my thoughts twist like the fickle wind,
let them be still as my skin, denying not their origin, desiring not to be separate from me.
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why do we worship those who struggle?
lions and tigers and bears will all battle their demise--
lets not;
let's close our eyes on our destruction
and hold to our poise as we are torn asunder.
let not storm or man cause in you fear--
only fear need be feared.
2 comments:
That settles it. You've been holding out on me. Also, you really should read Harry Potter: it says the exact same thing.
~Kat
Coooooool.
I loved this.
So thanks.
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