Life is harsh through the eyes of a young man. Being watched by the eyes of greed and lust. The essence of his life is misplaced. Foolish,naive,ignorant to the fact of life. The fact that his could be lost in an act of passion a moment of love. What is love? the question rings in his mind frequently. His growth is yet from the mind, the bittersweet mind of anguish,hate and distrust. Who can he trust?
Reason for writing:
Trying to beat the writer's block. I just wrote what I felt off the top of my head.
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