how i am known as the observer

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From a young age, I was one to, not angage with the others as I felt uncomfortable near them, I spent my time watching every one and learning there daily routine,

My old pathetic boring name is Allen

As by what I said before, after the encounter in the woods every one called me a freak a abortion or The Observer,

So because the lord was so fixated on me, the last time i saw him in my  child hood in the woods, he called me, The Observer.

It may be strange but this is why I am here to say what could be my final words.

No mater if you think that im a fake
Just remember I love you all as if you where my new family, but things change so good luck, and good bye

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 13, 2021 ⏰

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