I'm addicted to music and outer space. I feel like I'm a dying race. People don't understand what I think. I wish I could have clarity in a cluttered world. But wishes don't come true, at least not for me. I can't count how many times my wishing star passed me.
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Outré...
PoetryJust some writings of mine. Strange and unusual, works I've came up with. It's not a lot but this is my first time publishing... I'm kinda excited! x)
