"You stop me from being myself.
You stop me from doing what I love.
Why do you control me?
Why do you mask me?
Am I not trustworthy?
Or do I seem insane to you that you can't help but worry?
Please, stop.
Stop moving my pieces,
I won't show you, I will hide my demons."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
