I had tried until there was nothing left; I thought art was just something to mock, for I thought it was impossible. I tried again and again, each attempt more pitiful than the last... I had not laughed for a long time:
I had had an experience with human evil; my voice began fading. It was a careful process; careful not to make any sound.
I stood behind, watching, and observing that they harmed in order to scar.
And I saw the evidence of this:
I never said anything anymore...
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
