In my nine years of existence here on earth,
My fears began.
There was a boy with a toygun,
With eyes so sharp.
He fires at invisible targets,
With his invisible bullets.
Then my childhood became dark.
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My Life and Other Things
PoesieThe thing is I do not know if my life is too common or I am just so unfocused and alone. The thing is I want to know if every people is same as me, or if that difference makes us the same. The thing is I have to write it all because that's the only...
