Journey in a Poem

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Three four walls to sit in
Three four thoughts to think in
It's the time that has you regrets to forgive
Our sole purpose is to be on a path in life
Your worries have to be passed only then
You'll be set free in your wounding world
Three four walls to sit in
Three four thoughts to think in
It's the time that has you regrets to forgive
Our sole purpose is to be on a path in life
Your worries have to be passed only then
You'll be set free in your wounding world
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.