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3/6/2002
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The rising sun, dawn of a new era, becomes the face of eternity.
To know the truth is death!
The inner twisted mind games.
Good versus Evil.
Fought in a desert war, they accumulate.
To fear is to live, but after the thought, it relives and resurfaces again.
A new life, two things intertwined, nothing to regret.
Some of the best words ever said arise in the sun.
The moon reflects its light in the black sky.
Bouncing souls of tiny stars glimmer violently.
A desert war fought within my own galaxy.
To live in fear.
Never to be born again.
My loneliness.
To be satisfied with life, my soul being.
My galaxy of all.
Written to be said, or said to be written?
Everything inevitably comes together.
Life is remembering all.
My galaxy.
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