It's as if time and space bends around him, like everyone says they have a life without him, when deep inside he's the center of their universe. Maybe that's inaccurate, maybe everything does really revolve around one point in space and some people don't even know him. I know one thing is true: he's the center of my own, personal universe.
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Endogenous
PoetryA poetry collection. Some chapters are dedicated to people for voting, commenting, etc. Highest Ranking: #137 in Poetry
