One day,
Near blind
In the gray dark of twilight
I looked up to the stars,
The endless universe
And asked, "Why does it ache?"
They twinkled on,
The wind rustled the leaves,
The path remained cast in shadows
I kept walking.
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Here's a picture of my poor Golf. So sad.
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Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together
RandomAttempting to write every day aside from the school work that is overdue and piling up. If I don't work on my main ideas stuff will be written here, plots, poems, shorts, timelines, or just me babbling. This won't be updated every day, most of it wi...
