alright well this is an old poem from long ago like from june of last year so....
people putting thoughts in your head
saying that you should feel this and you should feel that
telling you how to feel is iritating and confusing at the same time
surronded by people who want to control you
they circle you, stare at you
afraid to break free
afraid the truth will make them diappointed because you are not like another
you feel despair and sadness
you will feel like that for a little while, but not for eternity
just bare with it as long as you can because once they are spirits in the wind
you will be free
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my story...chapter 1
1.) A man named soru
As Muru walked through the forest of black trees and looked up at the bright blue midnight moon she began to think to herself,
"If I were to lose control, would I be able to stop it before it goes too far?"
Suddenly as muru
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