These are the patterns that are set for our life. These are the questions that will always be denied. Ripping waves with a beat of a heart. This is exactly how ideas will start. Martyring ideas like a religion. This is why these saints need a vision. This is a lullaby. Fuck that. No wake up. This is what you breathe. What you see. And you created in a dream. This is reality. How we made us seem this is how we learn to be.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
