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Worth Dying For

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AzialSilvara

Published: Mar 14, 2012

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I've come to learn that life is beautiful
That every breath is such a gift
But to protect someone precious to me
My primal instincts would all shift

To protect them I'd lay down my life
Knowing full well what lies in store
All that I am would cease to be
But I've found someone worth dying for

This fact doesn't scare me too much
Strangely enough I feel at peace
Although I've got no wish to leave this world
For her I'd welcome the release

Her life means more to me then mine
It's why I'd sacrifice myself
Even in death I'd still love her
The love between us is my wealth

This world is filled with wondrous things
Yet nothing takes more breath away
For her I'd take a bullet in the chest
So she could live another day

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It's a strange thing to be honest, knowing that you would gladly die for someone. The psychology behind it all is really interesting, though I don't fully grasp it. It's something that is difficult to explain, but it makes sense in the head and heart. Love drives people to the extreme, and it doesn't get any more extreme then sacrificing yourself for someone you love.

Life is beautiful, and though the world can be cold and callous.. there is so much to see, learn, and experience. Life really is precious. That being said, I'd give up mine if I were ever to be put in such a circumstance. It's hard to explain how I know, but I just know. It is what it is.

I hope you like it.

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