What am I searching for? Am I on lock down? It speaks the name of my soul, the world has its purpose. Over the pale night sky is a pretender, my soulful cries weakening me, there's no safe Heaven in the shadows. There is no diversity in my tears, where does it rain happiness? the understanding that seeks vengeance, we seek the red eye that sees faithfulness. The variety of wind that blows through bases of darkness, why is the intensity truthful under the streams that have mind, they seek what they want, from the pale eye to the small disasters.
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Poetry(Originals)
PoetryThis whole Book is where I put all my Poetry, my inspiration, or my thoughts that roam. Enjoy~
