Sweet sorrows and thoughts of quiet despiration,
acts of kindness, ease until the morrows
these are what fill my life with meaning,
these are what keep me strong and true
I will one day disapear into a forest,
isolate my time for myself
only to reapear a new philosopher
bearing books I write as help
I AM HERE.
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