Hello, a simple greeting. The kick-start to a conversation and the devastation and or the desperation of a hatred or happiness . "hello there Mr., mellow yellow, why are you such so solo like no one knows low like you, bro? like zero at the end of the row to pick up and blow?" *he puts his face down hides his life like he has not a rezone to be a liver, lover, or lander.* "Just show!" they yell. They sat hey you can't not go, he hasn't yes fill the fertility. You could have chosen to be kind not to ignore not to be say much but a high tide and chin. You could have not, you could have. But you didn't you chose to lie, sigh, fly, and strive for fear at stay high of all when you knew he needed help, how can your life be knowing that you killed someone?
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POETRY???
Poetryhello, this is my attempt to make poetry, if you have any tips, ill take them! pls enjoy?
