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The done can be undone but told can not be untold. free at last to express myself known as the carrier of recluse agile and loner. my feeding of craving only feed the lines between desire and desperation hidden within the ring of both truth and deception deep down in love and lust. my tears are shield only for sins of the past that uphold the future. My smiles are the herds from past returns that bravely outwit the present.
my life leads to many pathways most say uncharted but the remains of freedom most implore only wat they see.. a dream. my laws are my function of self reliance not command of life that cherish although my senses are the chain of authority. The future in motion always it is while the presence u see is always reluctant. the act of nature only relies on the stubborness of the past which brings power of change within light and darkness. power of change can be abandon if the remains of steadiness is mistreated but the gift of translation will always rely on behavior. My eyes can be conceving to trust as well as my ears are silence toward decieving as long as my mind obeys instinct my heart will follow. Deception will always be my protection with trust interception but to say i see or believe in something that anyone doesnt believes doesnt mean it does not exist. i am only meant to see and feel wat the light interpolate its message..confession without doubts. just cause one confide in hope doesnt mean i dont give fair warning. sucess is the conflict in faith but as long as there are two sides of light.. risk will always be the begininig of the end and end of the begining factor leaving just one way out of defeat of surrendernes.. survival.
