by Andrea Soto
Some things, although they may be solutions, the reactions are explosive and understandable. Makes one more confused than what lies behind white lies. For life although its nothing more but life must have a purpose. Purpose of which we know not a thing about. Some may believe in things such a paradise, heaven. But never are we to know until our death arrives, but then it'll be too late to try to figure out the purpose of life, then again life is life. What could be done might not be worth it yet worth plenty.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I'm from CA, USA, Hispanic, 11/03/01 I took my first breath, with a few friends, of a family in which only few care for me, great student, outgoing yet timid, afraid of the future, I enjoy anything, im not cool but im friendly and kind most of the time
Last updated February 13, 2016