No Hate
Crashing, falling,
It’s no surprise that photography and poetry are my true callings.
There’s no hate in my heart,
I’m use to people ripping me and my innocence apart,
But still for those people I have no hate in my heart,
And though my love has grown dark,
I’m not leaving this world without making my mark,
And I don’t care how many times I have to restart,
Because each time I’m learning from my mistakes
and making a new start.
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