Since the day began our humble exile, we were taught to move on, move on from pain, move on from guile, move on from happiness because too much pleasure precedents devil spawn, and so we must never feel too deeply, or resign to any of our baser urges, fight our natural instinct so viciously, and be coerced to walk on the path set by the civic trend of the currents ages, but just once in a while I want to weep, until my eyes can cry no more tears, think on matters just so strange and deep, and with trembling heart beyond all reason rationality, face all my mighty fears, I want to laugh so hard that I can no longer breathe, and love so much that I enter an artist’s treasure trove, and with such profound expressions seethe, that Earth seems like my angel’s cove, here I want to rest till the end of my days, feeling thinking breathing and living.
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