Jan 2014
You painted yourself with every color
I may have loved black and white as much if not more
yet the ink was illegible between the lines
I never knew who resided in the picture
decimation claims the land that would be our future
with lies justified in anothers eyes
I may have loved black and white as much if not more
yet the ink was illegible between the lines
I never knew who resided in the picture
decimation claims the land that would be our future
with lies justified in anothers eyes
Making yourself someone you're not is never good. Never makes you more than what you are. As the grimm brothers so graciously put it, "The sun always brings truth to light."
(35/F/Virginia)
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