<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hell.... Distance!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the true concept<br>of hell is... distance! <br>we burn the bridge<br>with fingers that grasp! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing, <br>we will never be free at death, <br>unless we let go in this life! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the sun rises at dawn, <br>there is light...<br>sadly, we spend most<br>of our mornings and evenings, <br>still waiting on the sun to rise! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">distance...<br>the illusion of me and mine, <br>that falls short of, 'i am'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387827" data-title="Hell.... Distance! de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the true concept of hell is... distance! we burn the bridge with fingers that grasp! not knowing, we will never be free at death, unless we let go in this life! when the sun rises at dawn, there is light... sadly, we spend most of our morn..."></div> </div> </div>

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