Is it wise to forget what is to be remember?
I believe not,
For memories contribute to who we are
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My soul longs for one,
With who I can relate,
One who understands,
One who does not criticize.
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As the sun sets,
The moon rises.
As something dies,
Something is born.
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If a shooting star,
Is really a burning stone.
What is a wish,
But hope in flames.
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Lies Everywhere
It seems,
That every turn I take,
There is a lie,
Lying around every corner.