I do not have a tune for myself
Yet I dance to the tunes of others
I help others find their paths
Yet I do not find one for myself
I look at the world with the eyes of an angel
Yet the devil eyes are the ones that look back
And I fear I might not find my path
And continue to dance to the tunes of others.
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The Letters Of A Mad Man
General FictionThis is the walk through of a mind of a deteriorating mind of a Mad man and we get to watch and see how he slowly looses his clutch to his humanity. These shorts stories share cryptic messages and the battle going on in the protagonist head. Will he...
