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1 poem·Since April 2016
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Knowledge

April 1, 2016
As I look around I take in my surroundings There's nothing but emptiness around me Some may say there is no justification But the ones that say these things are all caught up in affiliation. There's something that I've obtained. Something so pricless. It gives me power and in all honesty I don't know if I could live without it . Knowledge will always be priceless and the only way I could be broke is if I obtained ignorance. For me to have something so valuable means two things. Utilization for the good of the people or the root of all evil. Shall I construct a facade of neatness that let's me in on both sides? Believe me when I say knowledge is a dangerous thing. Especially if it's utilized in a particular way. I will always use it for good. It facilitates my standard of living every day. Without it I wouldn't be who I am today. In fact, knowedge is how I live. To me it's my source of energy. And it always will be.
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