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thoughtful writing

the other day was, like thinking. thinking on the chaos of life, the revolving change on my every day surrounded by shimmering darkness and bizarre light enjoying the change, the pace is ok but the living is a kind disgrace. sometimes i fell for the lowering pain, a pain that was like a whirling vane showing me every color of the love that at last turned into hell.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems i'm a Spanish speaker writing in English
is fun that the captcha was the word disgrace