I am the skies, sometimes light and gay.
I am somewhere up there, in the galaxies, lost in the darkness, striving to reach every light that I can.
I am who I am, made to breathe, made to be free, made for me.
My emotions are ink, made to flow, made to rewrite a history I wish would cease to exist.
A lost soul, on the process of finding my way.
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Plethora Of Words
Words...
At the end of the day it will only be words.But those words created life
Those words created death.
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