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Mar 2019
Water turns to ice
and yet, it dissolves
for an immense price
that we try to solve.

The heat upon our skin
ignite fires of anger
but, we never know when
to find any answers.

Many tell deceptions
for their own gain.
But, what they forget
is the sight of perception
with the never ending pain
of lies, for that, is the truest threat.
Rue
Written by
Rue  24/F/Indiana
(24/F/Indiana)   
365
     Gerald, Jules, ---, Steven and Damien
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