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Morn after morn dispels the dark,
Bearing our lives away;
Absorbed in cares we fail to mark
How swift our years decay;
Some maddening draught hath drugged our souls,
In love with vital breath,
Which still the same sad chart unrolls,
Birth, eld, disease, and death

This fear, this anger controls & rules you, yet if you stop fighting it, you stop fighting yourself, you become free again.

heatheraleeza:

Teddy Girl series by Ken Russell, 1955

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