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Part one.
Everything I've done has been a contradiction to what I've always stood for.
Is it wrong I've waged this war, this eternal battle of love and life, past and present, hopes and dreams?

Its the only thing keeping my mind at ease sometimes, it slowly takes my mind away on a trip I so vividly can't picture, it takes me to a place of such calm and such sense yet the aftermath of written words only drown out the sorrow for some time.

Part two.
There's a lot that could factor the thoughts of my mind, coming home to an empty house, coming down from the pills I've taken or being tired and frustrated at life, but all these combined don't structure the thoughts that dwell there.

It's been on my mind for quite some time now, and I can't help but keep my mind racing at the thought of such an exchange.

Part three.
I think we all do, at some stage or another, question the figures of the past in the light of the present for some sort of closure.
Yet while I'm waging the war inside my head for a more meaningful life and a more deeper sense of self I can't help but feel at a loss for another sight of the soul I thought was mine.

Gone are the days of endless love and sight seeing, travel plans that spawned thousands of miles and endless nights in, memories that now are something of a far cry from the soul I once knew.

Part four.
Simple notes from here and there that shape the rattle inside.
Could it be the fact it's been too long be an over emotional reaction to the attention, or is it I've traded my optimistic views for a more pessimistic life?

Either way the current beneath my feet will sway me down the hill side and deliver the answer in due course.

(be happy with that life or stay questioning the past, simple words yet I know no answer)

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