"Being human is given. But keeping our humanity is a choice." He said sternly. "Kinda hard to keep my humanity." "Oh?" Amusement played in his eyes, like he finally cracked my secret or some kind of bullshit like that. "Why is that?" "Because I was never given the choice." PaintedSmil3z™ slow updates

"I don't have much time left in my life, but you still have all the time left in yours. Please don't waste it Della.." ____________________ ~finished~ (Please note that this is an old story I wrote awhile ago, so it may come off as cheesy.)

This poem is about me, and it is very self-explanatory. I hope you like it, I guess.