oneA Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))stories always form by words being shot around but this story of my life will be not like that two days, fourteen hours, what is this about? Cat. all this done just to make a simple statement, but no one understands the life of a teenage poet, my life lay in front of me with roads that turn, bend, fall down a creek will i survive? they always ask but who cares? is it not my life? all these questions, too much for me my life will be led by a bee fly around the world with only one aim, to make poems rhyme and songs being sung by voices of angles, this is my life © 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Reviews
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