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Wet and Numb to outside life
birthed in blood as natures love
feeble child of bliss
crawl and toddle , blind to pain
Taller, faster , taste of strife
wonder at the sky above
finding joy in this
stumble aimless in the rain
Walk the blade of troubles knife
sense these hints of love
ripped apart by womans kiss
enough to make a man insane
Older, wiser, loving wife
Fits me like a glove
remember much but never miss
as open eyes have much to gain
for journeys end , begin again
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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