The mad ones are my friends.
The ones that are mad to live.
Mad to make mistakes.
Mad to dream.
Mad to dare.
Mad to explore.
The mad ones are my family.
The ones that are mad to love.
Mad to question.
Mad to hurt.
Mad to aim.
Mad to comfort.
I am a mad one.
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Hiding behind the sky
PoetryA collection of my own poetry about everything under the sun.
