LivingA Poem by Grey Evanescent
I was at a subway
without a phone or any distractions. I looked around and noticed how gray our lives are. Waking up just to go to school or a job then sleeping at night just for the sake. Tracing the tracks our ancestors left. Is it called living? No. We are merely surviving. To live is to chase danger or run on a pathless forest leaving your footsteps So some people may call it a road someday. Live life to the fullest ... Before time runs out. © 2017 Grey EvanescentAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGrey EvanescentHilongos, Leyte, PhilippinesAboutHi! I'm Evanescent Grey! I'm 15 years old I love~ reading and writing (isn't that obvious?)(Stop talking to yourself)(Whatever) I also love math and philosophy. I'm a biiiig fan of anime it has .. more..Writing
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