Little life.
Little life. poetry stories

fama1 creative is being alive
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Isnt it ironic that we are the root of good and evil. And that we cannot help but accept the fact that we don't realise our mistakes early in life and when we do we our too late. That in our unconsciousness we are the root of good. That we from the roots were pure and innocent. Everyone of us.

Little life.

I had a little life

In my hands

And if the world could witness

That a pure life

Could exist in this big world

Did they now

That little life carried

The purity

The honesty

The perfection

Of the world.

It carried the world

In its little hands.

And that it threw it

From his very own hands.

The true irony is that. We are the very own people who after realising our mistakes fall over and over again.

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