

+D a r k L o v e+Behind the crooked cracked door The Shredded curtains, broken panes and windows+D a r k L o v e+
Shuddering from the seasonal waves I bear the flesh ripping cold
Howl of the evil trees; Gusts of the wicked wind
Blow pieces of memorable photos, I tore By the thought of no survival and escape, I squeeze myself to hold
I endure the pain of increased foot sore And close eyes and submit to the drug of hopelessness I let the darkness to impel the night to loom more, And let my soul part from its cage, to give the Liberation it craved
Now I stand in a cemetery near a mourn
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There is no evil, only choices.
So The humbleness is : How much more being humanity.
any way maybe i wasn't but i'm just a human ( only one who isn't humble is superman
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