The tongue has the power of life and death
The world is not losing color
It is our view of the world dimming
What is not expressed will be depressed
To hold anger in is poison
Expressing it violently can lead to extermination
There needs to be a way to escape from your own wrath
That is why I grab this notebook
I fight with my pen
ALK
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Author:
Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2024 22:36
- Category: Reflection
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