Somethings are s hidden in this world that we start to believe that we love to search for something that could already be there. We are forced to believe that magic is only in movies that we pay five dollars to see. We only believe in the religions our families have reflected on us since we began to breathe. Most of us, even when we fail to admit it, stand in a crowd and hate to be alone. We are all fit into the colors we are given, not the colors we seek. I don't know about you, but when it comes to me, I want to break free.
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Breaking Point
PoetryJust some mini stories and poems that I have written about hurt, pain, suffering, and broken hearts.
