my name is purple but you can call me green

in a world where smiles are bought
and help is given to be photographed 
i choose to write poems
and seek understanding between these lines
maybe some help too
or this whole thing can be a pure praying method
as my soul is sick of fake loves
fake messages
trying to please someone in a grammatical way
so people could sound smart and involved in the most famous cliques
where clothes are appreciated more than the body
for a naked skin is not avoided by the eyes
instead loved!
where to go
and what to do?
tell me
if you ever had courage to say the truth
oh poor you…
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