SomebodyA Chapter by InsidiousRain
I'm not sure people listen
I'm not sure if if I am really here invisible screaming into an endless void. Somebody look up from your book of life See me wandering the stacks Pointlessly hoping help me stay help me find my new book So many have already been wasted on me thrown away burned and bloody ripped open left to rot. But please take a chance Somebody save me Take me home I'm coming home.
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InsidiousRainNYAboutSome people are sheep. Some are politicians. Some are wisemen, leaders. A black and white world. Me? I'm that queer kid. Whoever has the faintest idea where I'm going, it sure as hell isn't me. .. more..Writing
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