A New Way Of Life
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Thoughts of a thoughtless mind
Achillean2023-08-30T18:45:42Zall that is that you want but cant take back
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<p><font size=3>Things we say we dont mean , things we mean we dont say </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>When all else fails who will be there</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>to see us through this time of night </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>hurt the ones who care , </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>make them see what is not there</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>when all there is , is a ever-lasting hope of re-union</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>Push them far away, push them far again </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>never to take them back and get over that silly mistake</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>that which you dont even remember.</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>y is it that we find it difficult to let go of the ones we love </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>and think twice of taking it all back when all you want is that</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>forgiveness is not a virtue of the great or the noble </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>it is just another quality overshadowed by our egos</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>like so much else , we forget to forgive ,</font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>to forget the pain , to forget the memories , </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>to forget every single moment of ecstacy </font></p><br />
<p><font size=3>when all we need to do is forget to forget ,to forgive. </font> </p>General2004-05-18T04:21:12ZAchilleanEUTHANSIA IS NOT THE ONLY ISSUE
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<p class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><font size=3></font><font face="Times New Roman">Hold on people .. with all this talk abt euthanasia </font></p>General2004-05-17T04:19:05ZAchillean18 - a little too old to be a little too young
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<font size=3>A day since yesterday, an overnight transformation from a boyish prince to a handsome king. i think to myself what change has overcome me in just another
ordinary day. This question eluded me forever. It remained an enigma. but i
realised the naivity of society. its fidelity to the principles whcih define the
very existence of mankind. but if not for the defiance, would mankind have been
what it is today? I wonder elusively.
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18- the twilight between the passing dusk and long long arcane night whose
darkness evades tomorrow from today. At this point on this day, i feel no
different. Then how come I am recogonised as a man? how much could i have changed in one day? How mature could i have become? Then i realise it is just a naivity of society...
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Yesterday, society deemed me unfit to stand on my own feet, dependent on my
parents, outcast from responsibility and referred to as a minor. But all of a
sudden, I feel a burden, an added responsibility... no a vision of
responsibility magnified since yesterday.
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Society recogonises me but it is the ones who are most relevant to me that don't, they still view me as they did yesterday. On this day, at this moment
i feel a little too old to be a little too young.</font>General2004-05-16T22:04:30ZAchilleanHer Being
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<p><font size=3>There are no realms of reality if your mind is free</font></p>
<p><font size=3>Thinking of nothing , acquiring everything</font></p>
<p><font size=3>An ardent self-belief conflagrating my soul </font></p>
<p><font size=3>Retrospect preaches lies,deceit and mistrust that now lie as a forgone land</font></p>
<p><font size=3>But the heart still beats for her , forgetting </font></p>
<p><font size=3>the beast mesmerised by the beauty</font></p>
<p><font size=3>Time is inanimate , bound by the two hands of reality</font></p>
<p><font size=3>that count down every second of existence .</font></p>
<p><font size=3>The mind is what the heart deceives for pure blissful torture </font></p>
<p><font size=3>And such a terminal plague love is that it rekindles relentlessly at the slightest sign of her being .</font> </p>
<p><font size=3></font> </p>General2004-05-16T20:50:27ZAchillean