Where people are different colors.
And people are racist.
And where no one knows who they are.
And where people ask who they are and why they are here.
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So i was told to write a poem about my happiest memory and this is what a wrote:
Memory is a tenuous thing...
...
As the old saying goes,
'sometimes loving someone
means letting them go.'
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Like a dot(light) comingor edging slowly towards the red light where everything stops and the sun will shine no more.
Then it rains and a smile spreads across.
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With a good head and many stories to tell I am here. so listen up and read to your hearts content.)
Interesting Life We Live In Isn'T It?
Where people are different colors.
And people are racist.
And where no one knows who they are.
And where people ask who they are and why they are here.
Sad isn't it.
Some people even go to the extreme and KILL themselves.
ISN'T IT JUST MESSED UP? !