Note that I'm typing this on my bus. And all the roads are bumpy. It's super annoying.
Something was amiss in my little prison. The air smelled fresher, more like the trees outside than the worn limestone walls I had grown accustomed to. To be honest, it was unnerving. Years upon years of no change and then suddenly, something finally did. I didn't know what had caused it or why the feeling left a clenching sensation in my chest. But somehow I could sense, feel that I would be found once more.
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Mmhmm I'm Bored
PoetryThose little things that pop into your head that you can't help but write down. I suppose it could be counted as freeform poetry-ish. Cover by the exalted @FableWrites.
