There is nothing in life worth dying for.
There is nothing in the world worth living for.
I have loved, so have lived.

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Poetry touches me. Touches my heart, lifting it to some higher realm, where everything runs deeper.? Happiness is pure and love is forever and infinte. The words carry a passion life deserves, but doesn’t acquire.

? ? ? Then let come what come may,
? ? ? What matter if I go mad,
? ? ? I shall have had my day.
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