People. some individuals can ruin the lot—with their presence and actions
they can make you hate a word. a thought. the opposite sex. even life
they can make you want to bang your head on a wooden desk as hard as you can over and over and over
(or metal, though it's a bruiser)
but then there are people that look at you in a way of memorization when the sunlight strikes across their eyes or simply smile who make you think otherwise. people whose energy for life you can earnestly feel radiating from them. people that make you want to smile. and laugh. and most of all live.
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
