If there's one thing in my life that I never gave up,
That would be always trying to figure out who I am
Why did I do that?
Why am I thinking this way?
What does this lead to?
After what I did, what does that make me?
Why am I this way?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Star-Crossed in Parallel Lines
Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
