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Oct 2012
We will love. And we will know pain.
Shall we ever find a quiet hope for justification?
Or will we find only what we have the resolve to search out?
Force matters as much as one’s bearings,
propelling life only with vindication of self.
Definitions, be they rational or lacking,
will not only define our world but also our worth.
For there, in potential, lies all.
Written by
B Berres
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