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A poem about the stresses of life

They know lots of tricks, but they never perform unless they have to...

Pushing myself forward, I peer over the edge. Dense fog consumes the descent. I find myself alone on the desolate summit; my only companion is the fear of what’s below.

i never wanted an amazing friendship to end

Not all voices in your head are good.

The battle between what I want and what is best for me

From ‘Comfort For The Bereaved’

kinda like a poem abt the fountain of youth idk- ^^

Something I have a tendency to do

no matter what, we stick together.

Like Sebastian Bach's 'Most Powerful Man in the World', but different.

From ‘Comfort For The Bereaved’

No bird should be forced from flight. Philip Taylor, protector of dock & sea, & Rae, stowaway & local blind child, discuss angles & flight (Re-upload cause I'm stubborn :b)

A dream and a candelabra.

Tried to answer the most intriguing question, Meaning of Death. So, after this reading this article you'll get to know about Death.

I think we all may care too much at times.

Is the myth of the cave, where those who enter do not come out, real?