A language lost,
our souls do keep.
The guiding hand
of man too bleak.
One does ponder,
a thought divine.
To write them down
and calm our mind.
A common script,
to not forget.
A fact of fiction
our lives to bet.
Isaac Olajos
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Born in 1993. A student at McMaster University. I run a creative writing blog called ThinkWords.org, check it out! Talk to me about adventure, food, travel, music, science, opinions, or anything to get my mind running and you will have won me over.
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