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ivorea
ivorea
I have fallen for the love of poetry, but / my words are not beautiful, they are not tragic. / They are a symbol of my being.
People do not come with a paper back book filled with things we will learn to love. We figure out who we are from the ones who are around us. From what we read and watch. People are confusing and hateful I thought we were Gods children? But who am I to be talking. a atheist of some sorts. I myself do not believe in god but those who do, shouldn't be so so serious. A book written long ago should not be taken to heart. It should just be a guide to people who are lost. I am lost yet I do not believe. I will find my own map someday.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
A Atheist of Some Sorts.