You ask me how I know my name and I can't answer that.
These are the things that are surrounding my intellectual mind set.
Why are these things always terrifying to me?
But others are like cotton candy and bubblegum and everything in between.
But then you ask me how I know my name.
Never thought of that before.
I don't know how I know my name.
Just because people have called me that before doesn't mean it is my actual name
I feel as if my name does not fit my face nicely.
Yes, I could change it. But what would I change it to?
I do not know my name..
(A/N This is a unfinished song that I am writing, it is about finding my identity, and also SORRY. I haven't posted in a while. Well it feels like a long time. But I finished summer school, and I just got really bad writers block and artist block, so I couldn't do anything creative for probably two weeks without forcing myself. I'm still sorry, also most of the stories I have been writing (Not the Jthm one) I have lost complete inspiration for. I'll still write these because they seem easy to me.)
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Stories of a 2am writer.
FantasySays it all in the title, maybe a bit of stories, poems, songs and quotes. They may be happy or sad, and everything in between.
