I rather be underneath the grounds of hell,
If it offers me the happiness,
The simple bliss of joy I only wanted. Than being on top of all with just me, And the golden statues everyone wanted to trade off,
Even if their happiness is what it takes for.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
