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This world is not cold, but odd I find it hard to be in that perception; Black & white Shadows casted by the light When it's hot, I'm in them When it's not, the sun is kind; Gray area Independence is choosing No longer for others, but for one's own Choices made develop one's character followed by solutions to the after effect; Responsibility It differs between persons, yet it's put on for cohesive reasons We each hold problems in our palms, so we handle them They're ours Nobody else's Human nature is caring for one's responsibility no one else's Kind is being the opposite It's important to have people whom are independent It keeps the cycle stimulative, as you can see
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Gray Area - ***** Hands
This world is not cold, but odd I find it hard to be in that perception; Black & white Shadows casted by the light When it's hot, I'm in them When it's not, the sun is kind; Gray area Independence is choosing No longer for others, but for one's own Choices made develop one's character followed by solutions to the after effect; Responsibility It differs between persons, yet it's put on for cohesive reasons We each hold problems in our palms, so we handle them They're ours Nobody else's Human nature is caring for one's responsibility no one else's Kind is being the opposite It's important to have people whom are independent It keeps the cycle stimulative, as you can see
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
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