EYES Windows to soul Lessons to learn Taught so cold Truth so innocent Lies so fresh Innocence lost Morality gained Sudden torture Slowly suffer Nothing gained Something sane Out! of mind Out! of mind Out! of words Nothing felt Sadness leads The battle of my deeds The conquest for my soul.
Reason for writing:
Struggle!
Birth sign: Gemini
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