who are you? Your new.
Are you their brother, a sister? You could be their mother too..
Wait, meeting you means..
They took my advice, it seems..
They must've been awaken from disaster..
They haven't been here on Sundays anymore,
I assumed they fired that pastor.
But here you are, I like your looks. You must be interested in making books. I am the comfort, I am your mental. Not a therapist, or a rental.
Welcome.
YOU ARE READING
It's nighttime and I can't die yet
RandomA few stories surrounding your consciousness, or.. others. Just please realize you can't run from it forever.
