I walk on this battle ground and wage war on this world; Full of hate.
Full of something.
With and intense and bewildered stare, I let my eyes map out the room; The beams of light blow over the grass and water like the wind, creating waves of shadows.
Watching these things, I feel phenominal.
My chest shuddering with my pulse. The beating of my
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I like that word, fate.
It all makes perfect sense, in some way.
Either way though, long time no talk.
Love ya, brother.
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The writing provokes thought, I hope atleast.
Searching for meaning in life is foolish I think because you may never find an answer, and it could be quite a long search.
Communities are nothing but people obsessed with politics.
Fate is an ugly word I don't like, but it always has its hand in everything.
Love-
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Good luck in whatever you decide to do with your life, be it here, or somewhere else, I wish you the best.
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youre my poet.
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