This book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs.
Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears.
There is no theme or...
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The only thing more powerful than my rage, is my compassion. Honestly, it must be where it all stems from, really. I am capable of a love, in which this whole world cannot fathom. I may just be a human, but I feel things on a universal level.
This anger, this resounding anger that continuously stirs my blood. It's nothing, nothing but a mere leaf to my tree of love.
The leaves are all red.
There's a message there, but I can't quite grab it. Even so, I know that it must be something important.
-D.O.
This photo is mine. Taken at Busch Gardens during Christmastown. Hope you guys like it!
