Chahklat Writing

A letter from my heart, because I can't think with my head.

Prideful possessions I hold in this room, contained.

You have a way of entering my thoughts

You make me guilty through association.

and their unspoken rules of incivility

I dare to dream to touch that sky

Maybe the sins he committed shall become unclear.

Controversy, controversy...

But it doesn't come easy

What is reality?

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