They never gained what you gained
And therefore will never understand what you've lost
Starving for each stride like some sort of drug
And with that she cried
For she lost her leg in a game of skipping stones.
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Poems, Stories, And Unorganized Messes
Kısa HikayeShort stories, poems, snippets, scraps, scripts, and more...whatever I feel like writing. Kind of a dumpster where I just dump what I'm thinking, but it doesn't smell as bad. I hope. Copyright 2014 (c) by DiscardedOpus13 All rights reserved. No part...
