i am luis, the doormat to the ones that i love, i am the narcissistic pessimist, the optimist inside, nostalgia in every object. i am a spontaneous volcano of imagination, the bottomless pit of advice. i comfort the ones in need, i give people their way leaving mine behind. i'm not strong physically, but i can hurt you mentally. my words penetrate your heart, your thoughts...my words can be powerful enough that they can even hurt me. i can be your ray of sun on a cloudy day, or the drops of rain on your perfect day. i am the crayons that color your white piece of paper, i am the the happy pictures in your dreadful books. i am the sins that can over turn our virtues. i am a gate without a lock, a maze with many dead ends, the whispers of the trees, i'll be your childhood toy you would never forget.

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