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Without a catergory,
That's how all my thoughts begin,
And I realize then,
That I am benign.

To what goodness I share,
I cannot deduct,
To evil only,
Do I cast away.

Music are the colors,
Playing in my mind,
Eternal bliss is futile.
To be Frank.

And all the while,
We're all so fragile.
Without an end,
We have no beginning.

Strength to fight,
Not for our future,
But for our now,
Because now, is forever.

We are defined by,
That of which we call,
The past,
And now will be that.

It takes a few moments.
And that is everything.
What is it.
Detachment with feeling.

Laugh at darkness.

Be sorrowful of the light.

If I had more meaning,
I would mean,
More to me.
And maybe to all else.

Each to their own,
Feeling to need,
To be that of,
Which is, validation.

Remember,
Because that makes now,
And now will be that,
And that determines all.

We are consequence of ourselves.

Forget to hate,
and rememeber to love.