Learning whats wrong from what's right, only in my head that makes sense.
Walking the dark path of suspense of the time of tense.
Commencing my first steps into reality, saddly it was brutality.
Easy for fatality by walking the line of mentality but only one thing keeping me vitality.
Was the totality of the world was to hurt and subvert, or was it to unhurt?
All the scars were not playing up to par, being put into this world was a jar.
That's why there was many scars, not learning from the right, that caused me to contrite.
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The colors of life
PoesíaThe book The colors of life is a bunch of poems that have a color/ color meaning to it. Some are dark poems (dark colors) and the other ones are life and more happy colors (light colors). Thanks to everyone reading this!
