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HEART'S TRUTH

The body is strong but the soul has given up
The free stoic is in a place he rather never be
Time flies like wind squandering it's self with planty to choose from the dinner table of life
Life today happens as payment for yesterday
The stoic's sins are his sins and he lives in no deception
He wishes to give away his gohst 
He has lost taste for immortality and remembrance
The free stoic is living like a ghost
Not fullfing anything with a desire to be released
His civic duty is not fullfulled and hopes only that in his life he sparked a fire
He is grateful for the far he has walked and the unpromised future
But today his bones have lost the fire and his eyes the flair
Today the stoic feels what it means to be a coward
But as long as there is life there is hope

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