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[catcrazy8]

History repeats itself.
I know for sure it's true.
Life prepares us for the war,
But all the battles hurt us too.
What does not kill us makes us stronger.
I grow stronger everyday.
My mind has the wisdom of a thousand years,
But my heart is still young today.

Never faced with so much pain,
My heart is a fragile child,
Too naive to know what life has in store,
But hopeful to know it's worthwhile.
The heart knows one thing
That the mind will never master;
There is still good to come
In the face of grave disaster.

But I must be a realist
My head always makes the choices.
I've convinced myself that it knows best
And blocked out all other voices.
Is this really the truth?
Should I put my heart to rest?
Sometimes I just wonder
If...perhaps it's always known best.