What Life Is Really About

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             The words I have spoken are the ones that are broken. Not only are my words but so am I. I sit in silence even though sometimes silence is violent. Sometimes i sit around to see who i really am to be. sitting in a room that is dark, but not just dark but quiet, not just quiet but scary. can you think about of the place i'm thinking of?..... i can it's my mind. when i said i sit in silence i didn't mean i sit quietly, i meant there is two things in the world that life can to do to you. 1.. it can keep you upbeat and happy or 2.. it can drag you down to the grave. see in the life some people have they get bullied,beaten, or even the worst thing in the world killed...i am no spoken word poet obviously but can you see my point??.. because i can guarantee that at least one person maybe more who read this have a mind like mine. you never know what some ones like until you get to know them. i know this poem is all over the place and doesn't rhyme as much as i wanted to but i just need to get this off my chest. to say to all the people that are in a battle with life there not the only one. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 02, 2016 ⏰

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