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In the far off distance of the past where honor was the cause and the effect was heart tearing, I tried to understand my difference in this world but I didn’t find the understanding which I graved so. I was like a hungry lion looking for his prey, stalking it, pouncing yet it got away.  I hungered for knowledge, yet I died of starvation from lack of wisdom. People told me to grab the world with both hands or it will pass me by.  I was paralized to watch it decay.  The endless corruption, the violent and horrendous acts of people.  I treid to stop them yet I was paralized only to pray. I breathed their polluted emotions and drank their intocixated blood, I didn’t crave it, I had no choice, but to live, to live in the pollution, the darness, the family of my past.  But I have recovered. © Blake Rackley http://www.fiercepoet.com/index.php/551/

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