When I was really small, the world stood over me like a wall. The people, the towns were all new to me. As I walked through the pictures of life, things started caving in around me. All of what I knew, who I was? The world around me was changing to test me?
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Random Poems
PoesíaThis is just going to be where I just write random poems about how I feel, so yeah~^_^
