Prose

I have always been one to identify with poetry and lyric. Often a poem or lyrics will say what my heart is longing to say and it becomes a motto until that feeling passes. Currently my heart longs to say these things:
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My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.

from Struggle by Sidney Lanier
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`Cause nobody wants to go it on their own
And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.
Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.
There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.

from Gotta Be Somebody from Nickleback
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My heart longs for the unknown
the heartache of the known
to much to live with
the joy of the here and now
too explosive and exotic...

from New Mexico by Leigh Miren
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Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?
Would it be a waste even if I knew my place
should I leave it there?
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?

from Chasing Pavements by Adele