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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A timeless message, A final lesson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter? <br>When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile<br>of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived; <br>I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, clawing at the grains of society and tearing up the foothills of humanity <br>with your savage beauty and fiery intellect—<br>An intelligence that is aflame, my daughter, <br>but one that is no doubt channeled in anger & lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to keep you safe from the evil of this world, my daughter, <br>however it sank into thy bones. —Where is the peace I patiently taught you<br>by example? —I see no signs of it in thy thrashing heart.<br>I ran out of ideas, my daughter, and now I am gone—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet you live on, in my footsteps, in my memory, bearing my name.<br>I hesitate to say: Make me proud. Although when you feel my love—<br>like a fulfilling contentment in your dreams—wake up with it in thy heart, <br>and be brave enough to keep it lit throughout the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that, my daughter, <br>Is where you shall begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Goldy+Locks">Goldy Locks</a><div class=q>
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