Telling a story can inevitably trigger many vivid memories. Although I don’t put the glory into the sorrow that was expected, it still hurts that they were many that tried to condemn me. I’ve been screening an intriguing movie within the realm of my dreams; urging me to focus on the past and future. I’ve grasped that what has established who I am today, surrendered me the position in of my life as the ruler.
Most of the wisdom I receive can be naïve, so I carefully pay attention to what I believe in; intuiting that certain beliefs can be disturbing. Prevailing sense has seemed to be scarce to the deserving. To think my peculiarity played any significance; right before my eyes I stumbled across the root of my anxiety and disadvantage…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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