Poem
december eighteenth twenty-eighteen
So we sit and we stare
Their minds unaware
of all of the crippling scars that we bare
They look left and right
Still no sense in sight
So the trot back the the reality that they call life
And we sit and we stare
Leaving their minds unaware
Of all of the crippling scars that we bare
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kaenicole | NONSENSE
RandomA book filled with short rants, stories, poems, thoughts ... whatever I've also decided to include some alternative scenes for the stories I've already written. Some of these scenes may be from a completely different time and can even be completely...
