I was given the freedom to look for freedom, but I never found it. I was given the time to wait for time, but it never came around.
I was told to love others in order to be loved, but love was never present — it never existed in the beginning.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
