Every place I go and every place I see, I see the number two everwhere. Be it as a pair of apples or a pair of humans. You could say it can be seen as a mockery to the ones. Where is my one? Don't you know that one plus one equals two? Two is even, warm and perfect, meanwhile one is cold, desolate and lonely. Sometimes the twos try to make the ones feel better, but they dont understand... especially when the other one is the square root of a negative number.
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Poetry of My Life
PoetryJust some poetry i write when i get down. Some are poetic proses and others arent.
