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So, there's this guy...
Well, I mean, I think man sounds better.
I love him
Well, I mean, I think I love him, but what is love?
Anyways
He's my everything
I think too much...
We are all just specs of color
Painting one big canvas
Portraying a much bigger picture
She holds the universe in her little hands
A world of never ending possibilities
A future full of unlimited potential
Little girl, you control the world
You've already changed mine
To my nieces, little girls, go change the world.
You don’t have to be good and not bad
Just white and not black
But aren’t we all just human?
It’s disgusting. We are all human beings. Born the same way and we will all be dead the same.
Isn’t it funny how
Earth, forged from the universe
Will die by our hands?
I’m

Falling

Fearful

Frightened

I’m

Scared

Suffocating

Suffering

But it’s ok
I’m ok

Accepting

My

Fate
Just playing around with words here. Inspired by a nightmare I had a while ago, but it’s still haunting me.
Turned to nothing
By just a phrase
Spoken from anger
When deep in rage
Told I was nothing
By my own blood
It hurts a little
But not too much
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