Are you good?
Are you bad?
Am I good?
Am I bad?
Can you draw a line in you?
Can you separate it?
Can I?
It would be quite easy, if we were to be punished for taking the bad apple.
Like Adam and eve.
It's temptation.
What would you call someone giving up while at the brink of death?
What color would that be?
There are many questions.
We have so many questions.
Even if our eyes were unshaded, would we see colors the "right" way?
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In The End, The Fault Was Mine. Not Your's, Not The World's
PoetryA poem collection. May be autobiography, may be biography. People will read the same words but think different things, feel different emotions. These poems may seem complicated, but are there simple in "life"?
