You honestly think lots of people are great. More conversation and enlightenment. A ton of generations.
Sounds amazing, don't it?
That ain't all it is.
Segregation, held in hate; like the god damn sixties over again, more: arguments, secrets, harshness and lies. Its years upon years of passing down hate.
Maybe it's just mine but it can't be. Evil has to lie in every street, every house, every office and every family.
Tell me, please. Help me see.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
