Black. White. Black.....
White. Black. White....
Black. White. Black.....
White. Black. White....
Black. White. Black.....
White. Black. Flash.....
Taking on my anxiety, worried. Petrified of the remembrance.
Of the one who hates. The awful reverberation of the pain. The unusual silence of the heart.
The betrayal, so treacherous, so obnoxious.
That it obtains, so ferociously. To trust in one being more than loyal. Forcing to do, forced to be. Either or by reasons... It hurts our life.
The black hurts, remind whose wrong, and the black whom evil. The white is the new white. The white will be our new remembrance.
Memories are memories we forever hold. It maybe fear or tears that holds us back.
Most of all, our memories can become hate. We take revenge of our hated memory. It's hard to love when you remember your memories.
Love is an awful word. Love is a remembrance of hate. How do you love, when you hate? Love is such a awful word.
Memories made me who I am. What did it made you? I may never be or ever love one. But I can change us! We are the only forever. Humans..... I am only human, I'm not perfect. Only the one is.
Black vs. the white, the non-different vs. the different. I wish I can say we're friends. We have hated love for one another. Memories can be however you make and remember them by.
In the darks mist of glory we meet again..........
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I Am Only Human
Mystery / Thriller"We fight and we shed. Every inch and every sorrow, we cry. In the world we live in, in the world we feed on. Sorrow can leave you spending in a frame. With so much guilt and pain. Sorrow was taken as a game, but it's so much more than and emotio...
