in a world full of beauty, we focus on dark.
if the world was an ocean, then id be a shark.
metaphorically of course, for I am gentle at heart.
my words are my weapons, which tear pages apart.
my writing comes second, but only to music.
I know how to make it and i know how to use it.
i pour pity on those who can only abuse it.
who write lies to make money, then act like thier two cents...
...matters for something, when they're only a nuisance.
a plague onto a world, who will never refuse it.
it's sad to think and if I thought I would lose it...
..my mind that is. it's just this world I'm confused with.
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twenty one. finally learning who i am and what i love.
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