I'm writing to you 13...
You gave me chills to the point you giving me an idea about the other meaning of life.
Because the 13 you hate is you and me,
We balance to create something special, don't we?
Because you just don't simply exist...
You are beautiful, and the world must see it.
So don't look other creatures as hideous,
It's crazy to think that we all have to be the same,
We are who we are for others,
The world may not realize how special you are, but I do.
For each poetry that has never been read,
For any song that has never been heard,
Every craft you created with your own hands was never used,
For every piece of art that has never been seen,
For anyone who has never enjoyed life,
We are a part of "every" because we saw darkness even in the most loneliest places.
I am writing because I love 13,
Despite the fact that it aligns with Friday,
I'll have a bad day anyway,
What I meant was that everybody has a reason to hate, rather than just because the world says so.
Other people's views are not yours,
And sometimes we find wonderful things in the rain,
So savor the pain,
The promise will come.
