The typing of this poem was not rushed
It was 9: 51 on my laptop
The words in this poem are not the normal
But yet do we know the normal
Or is it hidden in the back of our heads
My meaning of normal is (Nothing)
Knowledge what has it done
Nothing but hurt and a bunch of words
All you need is buttons to type your feelings
End of the world
No
Its all over when the words crash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true...yes indeed it is.