A child's touch, is like a ray of sun light. Bright and innocent.
Until they grow up to learn hatred is okay, so the innocent Ray of sunlight turns into
The shadow of the night. Dark creeping around the woods of the night.
Like oak wood with spilt water, it turns dark and stains forever. Started fresh and innocent then
fade into a dark pit of
Evil and despair.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrysome tw for chapters i have in mind: swearing, hatred possible sexualized and su1side these are chapters that are relatable to me personally and i hope you can reflect on it
