Everyone is born with a light, I believe, it shines and that’s why everyone thinks babies are pure , they know nothing but themselves. Then they grow , the world teaches them wrong and right , good and bad and they become enemies to some and friends to others. Life is exhausting, really. Some people end up evil , some end up good but we’re all trying to live and whether you like it or not, no matter what good you do, you’re always going to be a villain in someone’s story. Now, that’s sad. Life is the saddest thing you’ll ever do but like they said in Euphoria , you chose who you want to be. When you’re given the choice , always, always and always chose yourself. God knows us all, with belief or not , he’s watching, he sees, he counts, he hears, he sounds human for all I’ve been told but then again, praise the man or not , the choice is purely yours. Love or hate , the world is all yours. Kill or save, the world is yours. Fight, cry, stay silent, the world is yours , you make the choice. You think, the world belongs to authority , staying loyal to authority is a choice you made because for some reason you didn’t have a choice and that’s a topic for another day. But sit , kiss the sun and cherish the moon, that’s the only bliss you can ever afford, and think about it. Now , growth stays, hungry , limiting your choices and soon you see yourself doing things you never thought you’d do because for some odd reason you ran out of choices along the way. Jesus, how dangerous life is. The light sinks, you just have to save it, that’s where your string of choices ends. Remember yourself, stranger. Sit down , breath, the world is yours, let your eyes stand firm at the sight of light and sure in darkness. Remember yourself.
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Poetry[POETRY] I think a lot, as the rest of the world does. Sometimes my thoughts do make sense, but most of the time they are too much for me to make any sense. When I can, I write what's in my mind and what plaques my imagination. I write what I see, I...
