Chattering birds.
Darkened soul.
Thoughts of red,
Once was wool.
Redwood tree,
Cut down.
Living on clouds,
Now the ground.
Wolves guarding,
Previous cave.
Those who enter,
Never escape.
Chattering birds.
Darkened soul.
Red present,
Once was wool.
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My Thoughts In High School
DiversosJust a collection of thoughts to get me through life, and hopefully will help you guys too! Note: I wrote this in my Freshman year (first year of high school in the United States), so the grammar is horrible, and it's cheesy, but I want to leave th...
