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There is a moment in time
When we know
Who
What
And
Why we are...
There is no other creature
So defined by this obsession
As is the human race.
It thrives on excesses best left
To the imagination
And dwells on things it cannot change.
It harbours anger and hate
As if it's very life depended upon
Both...
We live day to day
Week to week
Month to month
Year to year
One season to the other
But it is only when
Winter ends
That we finally understand,
That we are only renting this thing we call
Life
And when Winter ends
So do we.
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:iconwilltheartman:
I like this!

All that deep thought is gonna wear you out, though.

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Thank you! Ahh, wear me out? No, it actually brings me to life...:D

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*PETER STEELE* TOTAL GOD. TOTAL ADDICTION.
~Lucius Malfoy...Lord of Deatheaters~

If you think Twilight is the new Harry Potter...

...go stab yourself.

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