poetry is my violent outlet to the storms that rage behind my closed eyes. it is my voice when my throat is choked with tears, it is my hope when my heart is drowned in fears. th world can look so cold, but if you carress it with words warmed by the heart if you sing it with songs learned from children, then you can breath and maybe dance.Birth sign: Cancer
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