December 21, 2015

Fiction

By Ozan

I don’t read writers

who write fictions

sometimes they kill the good guys

to show the bitter turth of life

sometimes mostly they kill the bad guys

and let the good ones win

what a boring way to end a story

a big lie, repeating itself

imagination is cute

but the life is  I want the truth

surrounded with truth

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