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April 11, 2013

_Letting go_

There was a kind of me.... perilously poised.

A day came where life looked like a bitch and he took everything in what was in the physical way.The five senses working closely to tell him that everything he smelled or saw touched heard or tasted was how things were. Thats that was the truth. He got hurt. Depressed morose he cussed and cussed until the day cam he resort to physical violence. Running after them with a knife as a release was necessary to vent it all out. Never hurting but teh fear others had of him was enough. He felt the only thing that gave him the sense of righteousness was god. That he was the one in whose eyes he was true  Until the day he betrayed him. The earth shook and withheld a ton with him. The fire crossed paths and burnt like a toil on the cost of the living. The betrayal was a reckoning to much greater evil. That led to the start of a New Era. A surpassing of a dose of the same medicine of betrayal the boy felt. He let it out with a laugh. A tusk of sarcasm of pure poison for the one who treated him the same. Still the same for the same evil. With the hope that that's how it should be. Tit for tat. One who reaps sows his own evil. The boy rose to a path where he felt close to the living dead  The buddhas and the hitlers. The ones who made a difference. He was so on his hubris that the dead feared him. The poison split oaks and tired the need to surpoise futility. Resentment was an understatement. Until the day the one close to him. The one he could relate to, the one who he was to be passed. The world gave another shook. This time was of the same turmoil as the first one. Coiled within him a monster released. This monster still lurking in his brain. Diluting what it sees and letting go. The boy let goes any desire to live. Suicide was not an option as birth never was he resorts to living. Living till his last breathe. He still is. An incomplete story with no sorrow or mundane life. He still is. in a hope and a realization that he has to let go, of feelings be good or bad and that this living is an option to try new things. To live and let go and that even thy death dues part no regret shall pass judgement. That giving or taking aint the same and that any matters makes no difference to finishing everything there is to try.

The selflessness consumed be boy came to be any living entity with a soul. 

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