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Life is like a box of chocolates...

Life is like a box of chocolates... Some nuggets are bitter, some sweet. Some spicy like the Lindt chili dark chocolates. They are challenging but you can't resist that tempting, exotic cocoa. You want to stop savoring that unpredictable flavor and that well remembered aroma of dark, hypnotic chocolate when you think you've had enough or when you taste a flavor that you find unappealing. Yet, you continue digging. Hoping to find that one flavor that you'd remember forever. That one flavor you'd never want fading away...


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With Fear and dread overcome,
Moments dampening my spirit.
There is a brand new world
Made for me but I ain't in it.

These roles that I choose
And the masks that I wear
Ripping holes; I stagger confused
As I'm slowly stripped bare.

Shadows and silhouettes,
Shifting me like I'm broken.
I can't find my heart
Though I'm torn open.

I cry not for shame, I guess
Because shame's just a token,
A mark, to show the mess
That you can expiate, once spoken.

In a lucid dream I lay,
Not sleeping, nor awakened.
A suspended immortality
Not living, nor dead.