For The Love for all that we Love.

For The Love for all that we Love.
I am inlove with this type of music.Sooner or later il be going in on it ,Harder than normal.

Untitled. Short Poem.
As I look in the mirror
I see a poor, helpless soul.
Lost in deep thoughts I see myself wondering in the forests of Avenue 24
Seeking for light in which I can be peaceful in.
Which no unknown creatures torturing my poor soul.
Life's not a pot of gold, a land with unicorns and rainbows.
But a land with sorrow and pain.
Darkness and tears.
I live in the quiet land of loneliness. 
Where I have nobody to talk to, but to stare with my sparking black eyes into dark sky.

By Buciecieweh ThatGurl Mac'Fekas

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