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Is this life?

A tender mind once young and free to become whatever it may be.
A gentle soul, a pure heart waiting in line to play a part.
A part that took on many roles,
and stole the dreams of broken goals.
Blinkered in the human race,
where nothing fits or has a place.
Days lead into months and years,
filling them with unspoken fears.
Nights of unrest through clouded vision,
from a world of cinisim.  
Worries heavy on the mind an inner peace yet to find.
Lost the carefree mind of youth,
broken in the search of truth.
A truth that is built on lies
and lives on once our body dies.

22 Mar 14

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