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the end, a lifetime gone by. not in age, but in experience. learning patience, finding passion, losing focus, gaining streangth. none of it meaning anything without the proper purpose. give into the end the end of your old self, become who you need to be. find what you are missing. discover what makes you complete. no wealth, no gold can give you peace such as when you share your soul with another bieng. when letting your heart be open to the point of being no longer a part of you, but a part of everything and everyone.

the inside

what lies here? on the inside, in this void. is it the pain of having my life all to myself, or that i am no longer alone? is it the joy of hearing the laughter of children, or the torture of silence? what is in this place? is it the rubble of my past life, or the remains of dreams not lived? can i find solace here or only despair? am i living or just pretending? if i never find out then will i be ok? what will i accomplish? to help the hearts of others in need is waht my purpose is, that is how i want to be remembered. will this be my eulogy? will that be my legacy? who is to say for sure. but this is me, who i am, how i was.

my old friends

seeing the people i have affected, and have affected me
so far away from the lives we have lived.
nothing to bring us back, except our memories
things that let us know who we are.
maybe i left myself behind, maybe they have changed.
but who am i to be greedy
i am lost, but have been lost for so long
waiting for my friends to find me
maybe i am selfish, to hope they feel the same
but we have our own live, the hassle of life
far from where we use to be, where we want to be
right where we need to be.