There are three different people.
One is determined
and fierce.
One is sad,
and thinks too deeply
about things that don't matter.
One is a fake,
whom of which
is very clever and bright.
Everyone loves the third one.
No one knows the second.
And no one can understand
the first.
That being said,
it's a very lonely
and dark world.
And their thoughts
don't get through
to one another.
But they're awfully aware
of each others existence.
In fact, they know the same people.
They drink the same drinks.
They do the same things.
But the thing about these people,
is not how they are different.
It is how much they
understand each other.
They know how
each other came to be.
By failure of a dream.
By the loss
of a loved one.
By the creation of a new
importance.
So in the end,
their own doing
will be their
own destruction.
And soon, there will be
nothing left
for those three people.
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My Poems
PoesíaEvery poem in here is mine. If you steal it, I will find you and I will kill you. Yes, most of these will be pretty dark but you can deal with it.
