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I started writing a book about a boy who searches for a world that is more than the one givin to him. It might be good, who knows. I still think that I can't write. There's no one in the house, and I'm lonely.
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and now for another attemp at a poem.
feelings seek us
they tear you apart
none are as friendly
as your foolish ideals
Alone today
not more than a day
now tears take my place
at your side late at night
I'm always there
Nothing devides us
We're always the same
As is darkness and light
...
Poetry is honesty
...
and now for another attemp at a poem.
feelings seek us
they tear you apart
none are as friendly
as your foolish ideals
Alone today
not more than a day
now tears take my place
at your side late at night
I'm always there
Nothing devides us
We're always the same
As is darkness and light
...
Poetry is honesty