The Tao of me
Life has trials. So I I flow in ways, that no one can anticipate. Though love has left me scarred and bruised I cannot seem to call it hate. A Destiny I lack it seems. Through every single stiches and seam. Like needles pricking through the cloth of every life that I have seen. I do not hate the life I lead for I am life and life is me. Betwixed I found a newer dream to give this life a better means. I dream a dream. I've seen the scene though everything in life is free. And after all that has become I don't regret the day I leave. I found my presence and my essence but that is just the Tao of Me.The Tao of me
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- fallinangel
- takein care of me and takein care of home
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