I'm flowing down a river of confusion and I'm pulling on hands that only want to push me farther, they wouldn't truly miss the one with scars from a past that flows with hate, for friends, for family, and for myself. And maybe if I learn to let go of everything, and everyone, than maybe I'll forget them when the river dumps me at a random spot and lines me up with the others reaching, trying to save you from the same fate
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Short little stories or poems
Short StoryI write random shorts and such. So who knows what you may find here dreams, poems, random encounters that I want to write. I just want to put them somewhere.
