My moon howels, while I grow old.. an ancient spirit is what i am, or so i'v been told.. ancient spirit in a young restless body..Never giving in to a whinny substancy...People my age do so cry..why I ask them..ohh why?..Why do you cry.. why not laugh..why get angry and have a blood bath.. Do not do those things, they are cold..or so i'v been told.. Have friends, enjoy life while you can..don't let someone ruin your upper hand..youve got it in you to go and be free.. Don't worry what others might feel or think, because they aren't free.. Cold and alone, are these people..and for all eternity shall they be.. Only the spirited can survive, while we all travel alone in this journey of our mind..yes i'v been told a great many things.. But for all of my heart, I would not miss these things.. I have teachers here, who I learn and grow from... And I have friends and family here who I can lean on...
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