they say the brave die only once but I die on a daily basis a thousand killer blows assault my memory I recall… …but I don’t care to dwell the past is a foreign country I no longer speak the lingo all that heat and fury generated little light and
yesterday’s dreams are darkened by
the shadow of remorse
I think I’ve exhausted my options so I’m resigned to the power that rules my
fate but I’m not complaining coz I’m reborn on a daily basis a thousand minor triumphs pepper my
wounded ego with compensatory prizes
I have lived a full life and
balance my shame against affections
shared without regret coz the
mystery of love outweighs the certainty
of death
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