I would rather be stricken blind than to live without expression of mind.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal. Trying to find peace of mind and still preserve my soul.

When my heart can beat no more, I hope I die for a principle or a belief that I have lived for.

I will die Before My Time. Because I feel the shadow's Depth. So much I wanted to accomplish. before I reached my Death.

This duo inside of me causes the perfect opportunity to live and learn twice as fast as those who choose to accept simplicity.