In a world of grey, it adds colour. It adds hope, like one day, maybe, we'd be able to survive this hellhole and breathe again. Like maybe, living in fear will no longer be an option, and we can be free.
Free from fear.
Free from failure.
Free from fatality.
We can live our own lives, the way we want to, the way they were meant to be lived.
The blue butterfly soars with hope.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
