DestructionA Poem by Chirinos20I wake up every morning wondering the being of my existence. I have read books and written many papers. I cannot find an answer through them. It is so hard to tell right from wrong when you are a kid. It is hard to tell right from wrong when you have grown up. You make a choice. The choice might not be right. Right is not a choice itself. Being wrong is not a bad thing. Being right might be. Being right can result in chaos. Chaos is a word for madness. Chaos is destruction. Chaos is me. © 2010 Chirinos20Author's Note
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16 Reviews Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorChirinos20Tegucigalpa, Francisco Morazan, HondurasAboutHello, I am a new writer. It is my pleasure to read and to write. I look forward to expressing my thoughts through this site. My writing might change. In change I find true art. Art is what I'm lookin.. more..Writing
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