I make up reason, reasons for everything. Because everything has a reason. Right? The way someone talks, the way they walk; it all has something to do with what they've been through. And even how people look at you; and the world around them. Sometimes I just wonder how do these people see me? And why so?
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Moonchild
PoezieNight thoughts, un finished stories and simple poetry; if you could call it that.
