What a world we live in,
Where a mistake is always seen.
Shalt thou listen to dishonour?
Or shalt thou continue with your deed?
Of course, I have no say,
In whom you are and what you'll be,
For that is what you decide,
What will set you free.
But let me at least say this,
For the thing that is truly bliss,
Is what one deems as home,
Under the protection of a dome.
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Seasons and Sadness
Poesía(Poetry now but I will continue uploading others - weekends probs) (Also the first upload didnt work??
