I believe I'm going to type this poem on the spot...or use it somewhere...sometime...:
"I feel what was not granted to me
I feel what's lost, what's sound
I don't believe in fantasies
For thoust can't see
What I feel
What's inside
For hope is not
A heavy bribe
But what I can feel
But what I cannot find
And then it all
Falls into ache
Burning is not the feeling
Nor is true hurt
Just a yearning I feel
For something that's real
But not within my reach
And why I was granted to feel
Though not have it seems so unreal
But I suppose it is not my choice
To know these things
Time will tell
And so will thee
For life will be like that
Forever Eternity"
Whew! Now, that was something random, yes? XD
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