Young man, strifed for life, for nothing but his own.
A silent speaker. An open mind.
An intense dreamer, though so confined.
Derogating more and more.
Investigating, continuously, the power of individual strength.
But his passion swept him away, off to the farthest shore.
Tasted the sweet warmth of love only once or twice.
He did realize, rebirth of these passionate emotions, could not be experienced one more time.
He firmly, and stubborn to himself, continued his strife.
He never knew what got him.
But his life was bound to dim.
Not like then.
It would never be the same.
Drowned in his own darkness, until the light goes out.
It's hard to say, but it is better this way.
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