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I lied.

The last of the trilogy.

Rain comes to greet me,Like a friend keeps company.The water runs cold.

I was tired of my poems sounding so dark.

What would the world see,Through my eyes?Would it come,As a complete surprise?Would it cause,Their own demise,To see the world through my eyes?

The soft sweet silence of newborn snow,The tender white light of Winter's glow,I still have a ways to go,But for now I'll enjoy the snow.

Happy times; used for giving thanks for what one’s have. Often forgotten but remembered at certain times of the year. Laughs, joy, merry spi..

I survived the test, I completed my mission, I beat all the rest, I don't need your permission. I'll fight 'till I lose, I'll fight 'till I die..

Let's say there was one shot, Would you take it? Would you let it go? Try to make it, Once in a lifetime, What does that mean? Reject the fear..

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