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Faugh!

This face, no mere facade of fortitude, expresses a freedom from fate. This feeling, while not faux pas, is fake, for fate's hand is unfettered and well fanged, so should be feared. But fear is so often flighty, for fate is sometimes fabulous, leaving fear forgotten.

Fate is not fair, it just flows, forceful but frivolous. So flow along, fear the frigid follies, but forever enjoying the fact that you are alive.

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I wish I had had a dictionary when I was writing this :\

Can you imagine?

Can you imagine a time spent-

utterly alone?

Nobody there but you

Nobody to laugh with you

Nobody to tell you it is okay?

How would you pass it?

Would you sit down and weep?

Would you wander, eyes glazed over, aimless?

Would you wrap yourself in your memories?

Would you look forward to what will be

A time not alone, close but out of reach

Would you hold on to that future?

...or would you scribble a sub-standard piece of poetry on some till roll?