I walked alone,
A path of solitude.
I spoke words,
Only the lone wolves could understand.
I had beliefs,
In things better left unsaid.
I saw visions,
Of a long, empty life.
My world has forever changed...
We walk together,
A path of happiness.
We speak words,
That only we have meaning for.
We have beliefs,
In all that we have.
We have visions,
Of a long, glorious existance.
The words came from nowhere...these types of poems I always write down, for they are the words that I don't always voice.
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