Writing

Can we accept within our differences we are all really the same? What do we need? What defines us?

And what if I die tomorrow? Will I go unnoticed? Locked in my room, how long till they realise? Music on repeat- sounds of soft pen scribbling, anx..

Prayer for the greedy from the greedy can do no more than feed them.

You become a crimson dusk in a sea of greens.

Even describe you is difficult, so I will just express how I feel.

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