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Maybe there's a beauty in dying? . . . Maybe all the people we call insane are actually indeed sane. What if sins are just mistaken blessings that just didn't turn out right?
What if our tongues were guns and every hateful word we spoke pulled a trigger ? How many people would you have killed? . . .
What if life actually has no meaning? You are simply born to live and die. Make your mark on the world or not we simply all die?
What if life is a never ending cycle of different versions of yourself and everyone you meet is actually you . . .
In another life? Would you have killed yourself , raped , abused , neglected . . . Your own self ?
What if there is no god, No demons , No heaven or hell. . . ? And we all just anticipate life for no reason at all?
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Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
