I feel like a little runaway on the bus with naught but the contents of my pockets and my favorite hoodie. Even though I'm going to my hometown.
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PoetryThis is where I let my mind and inner demons roam. Leaving your thoughts would be much appreciated as I am trying to grow as a writer. Also, don't expect any continuity, these are in no particular order and there is no sytem. Some are older works a...
Hometown
I feel like a little runaway on the bus with naught but the contents of my pockets and my favorite hoodie. Even though I'm going to my hometown.