Who knows better,
 
Not I
 
For, do I not allow my darkest secrets, to hold me to ransom.
Oh, the follies of one’s own strange ways.
there can be light, why then chose to ignore it
remaining in the shadows of, half a life.
Where memories oft’ recall, the darkest habits in each moment of time.

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​Non-acceptance of actual self-reality.
Yet acceptant of, many un-proven realities of others,
their behaviours, and emotions un-balanced
 A fine line of life; to be aware, or not.
​Courage to be assertive; all values, valued without fear.
If this could be, but a truth, great strengths would abound
For that of heart, and harmony would surely over-power
That of weakness, and insecure ways.


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