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relaxin, depsite the troubles 'round this ball of life.
"the flower and thorn are on the same stem."
i'm not always happy...i'm not always sad. at times I will become irritated...I will let myself become so. at times I will overflow with joy...I will let myself become so. for whom do I temper any of what I am, but for me. and who does this temperance support or hinder, me. who does all this wreck and havoc, cut and slash, love and kiss? Me. I shall ring as the swoards of long ago once did, and here and there, still do. Still I, still me, to be a still spot to breathe to. And thus, I shall be a shrine, a refuge, a sanctuary. as you are as well. til the next. peace.
i'm not always happy...i'm not always sad. at times I will become irritated...I will let myself become so. at times I will overflow with joy...I will let myself become so. for whom do I temper any of what I am, but for me. and who does this temperance support or hinder, me. who does all this wreck and havoc, cut and slash, love and kiss? Me. I shall ring as the swoards of long ago once did, and here and there, still do. Still I, still me, to be a still spot to breathe to. And thus, I shall be a shrine, a refuge, a sanctuary. as you are as well. til the next. peace.