Everyday is numb I feel sickly alive They taunt me all the time Who taunts me? Should I know? I’m still counting All the ghosts They laugh and point Sneer and jeer Oh what’s the point? Of being here
Hey. I don’t really know where to start here. I thought I would get on the computer and write something, but then it got kind of serious and now I just really feel like I need to write my experiences. I don’t really know why, but you know, I guess it’s just one of those… Continue reading (Part One) Clouds
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