the worn out drawing would eventually be consumed by the fire that arose from the anger of misunderstanding
that which contained the thoughts written in the crayons that belonged to our former selves
remnants that our otherwise normal lives were being fast approached by years drowning in the waters of misery
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
