It's plain like a white wall
but
it acts like one too.
You can draw on it, paint it, abuse it, ignore it, or acknowledge it.
But when they,
or
it, fall and turn to rubble, who is there to blame?
Not I, not you, not God,
but
our emotions that strive to devour us.
but
it acts like one too.
You can draw on it, paint it, abuse it, ignore it, or acknowledge it.
But when they,
or
it, fall and turn to rubble, who is there to blame?
Not I, not you, not God,
but
our emotions that strive to devour us.


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