Normal was living in a house,
Having a family,
Going to school and doing sports.
Normal wasn't crappy motel rooms,
Different every week.
Normal wasn't rifles and blood and tears,
Normal wasn't two brothers in a sleek, black Chevy going nowhere.
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Flames - A Collection of Supernatural Poems
PoetryA Supernatural poem about the fire. I also have another one here about the life they could have had. Please read and comment what you think! Also, I promise I will write a story! I'm in the middle of writing a Supernatural fan fiction right now, bu...
