Hate is the crusher of hearts
The breaker of kingdoms
The death in an innocent's eyes
It is a mental cancer that intoxicates our minds
That creates a vast void of emptiness
The void collects the poison and plague which we spit from our mouths every time we go to speak
The void, that is our mind, is rooted in evil
Once it's corrupt, it cannot be saved
Not even by the most pure of emotions; love
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
Ficción GeneralThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo
