THE POET OF DEATH

1) My pens are not my swords anymore because I don't do violence I only do sense. 2) All my life I wanted to become something and in that process I never lost myself, sticking to my shade of red, agnostic and kind. 3) I know I grew out of parts of me to become who I am, but that 3 rd grade kid was the same as me now  - unbothered, determined and insane. 4) January , please stop boiling my blood in different shades of red . 5) I am the wisest fool I have ever met, who has unwavering faith in education and no faith in unconditional love, except when it comes to my mother. 6) Exceptions exist in the form of my mother being always there for me. Leeza