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If The Self Rules
My eyes dim
My muscles ache
My bones weaken
My motivation asks,
"Is it worth the effort?"
My drive
My ambition
Want to sit
And rest a while.
Even if my hair
should turn white
overnight... Okay.
But if I should cease to care,
If I no longer want to try,
Then the self rules,
And I die.
Tuesday 5th August 2025 8:27 pm
Every Now And Then
My heart is not the same.
It is worn and torn,
But every now and then
I feel it beat...
And I know
That You're still there.
Sunday 5th January 2025 5:50 pm
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