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Personal items trigger emotions & motions fissured By past passions delivered Those actions were a source of satisfaction untouched By any person around,to create was a feeling that was buried beneath the ground. But now I feel it will surface, the past was just a canvas the future will paint my purpose The timing couldn't be more perfect My confidence is at its prime no more hiding behind the curtains I feel like I do deserve it whatever the future the holds Whether its a grain of sand or a plunder of gold I will make use of the new then reuse the knowledge of the old To then infuse my minds muse into a present that is bold relevant none the less, I express every increment of my journeys continuance let these words be adamant and evidence of my monument letters stand strong then create a sense of accomplishment I write to stay away from the past pit that was bottomless this was where I often sat this is where I want to sit no this is where I want to stand Never forced nor by command all is done by eager hand.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
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Personal items trigger emotions & motions fissured By past passions delivered Those actions were a source of satisfaction untouched By any person around,to create was a feeling that was buried beneath the ground. But now I feel it will surface, the past was just a canvas the future will paint my purpose The timing couldn't be more perfect My confidence is at its prime no more hiding behind the curtains I feel like I do deserve it whatever the future the holds Whether its a grain of sand or a plunder of gold I will make use of the new then reuse the knowledge of the old To then infuse my minds muse into a present that is bold relevant none the less, I express every increment of my journeys continuance let these words be adamant and evidence of my monument letters stand strong then create a sense of accomplishment I write to stay away from the past pit that was bottomless this was where I often sat this is where I want to sit no this is where I want to stand Never forced nor by command all is done by eager hand.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
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