Oh, how I remember that day, The day of absolute hell, How I recklessly challenged him, And... Oh, how I remember that day, The day of absolute hell, How I recklessly ch...

This poem is about the possibilities of what we can do with the ink This poem is about the possibilities of what we can do with the ink

The poem reflects that there will be light in between all the darkness The poem reflects that there will be light in between all the darkness

"Don't you worry, you little mouse" the creator said, "this is your work." "Many an arms you would... "Don't you worry, you little mouse" the creator said, "this is your work." "Ma...

My tongue was tinged with bitterness. A drought set on my mouth. Nothing was able to go in and no... My tongue was tinged with bitterness. A drought set on my mouth. Nothing was a...