ᏆᎢ'Ꮪ ᏟᎡᎪᏃY.
ᎢᎾ ᏔᎪNᎢ ᎢᎾ ᎠᎾ ᏚᎾᎷᎬᎢᎻᏆNᏩ ᎢᎻᎪᎢ ᏟᎾᏌᏞᎠ NᎾᎢ ᎾNᏞY ᎻᎪᎡᎷ YᎾᏌ ᏴᏌᎢ ᎢᎻᎾᏚᎬ ᎪᎡᎾᏌNᎠ YᎾᏌ ᎪᏚ ᏔᎬᏞᏞ.
ᏴᏌᎢ ᎷᎪYᏴᎬ ᎢᎻᎬ ᏔᎾᏌNᎠᏚ ᎾN ᎢᎻᎬ ᎾᏌᎢᏚᏆᎠᎬ ᏞᎬᎢ ᎢᎻᎬ ᏔᎾᏌNᎠᏚ ᏆNᏚᏆᎠᎬ ᎬᏚᏟᎪᏢᎬ
ᎷᎪYᏴᎬ
ᎾᎡ ᎷᎪYᏴᎬ ᏔᎬ ᎪᎡᎬ ᏓᏌᏚᎢ ᏟᎡᎪᏃY ᎢᎾ ᏔᎪNᎢ ᎢᎾ ᏞᎬᎪᏙᎬ
ᏴᏌᎢ ᎢᎻᎬN ᎪᏩᎪᏆN ᎠᎪY ᎢᎾ ᎠᎪY ᏔᎬ ᎪᎡᎬ ᏓᏌᏚᎢ ᏚᏞᎾᏔᏞY KᏆᏞᏞᏆNᏩ ᎾᏌᎡᏚᎬᏞᏙᎬᏚ
ᏔᏆᎢᎻ ᎪᏞᏞ ᎢᎻᎬ ᎻᎪᎡᎷ ᏔᎬ ᎠᎾ ᎢᎾ ᎬᎪᏟᎻᎾᎢᎻᎬᎡ.
ᎢᎻᎬᎡᎬFᎾᎡᎬ ᎻYᏢᎾᎢᎻᎬᎢᏆᏟᎪᏞᏞY ᎾF ᏟᎾᏌᎡᏚᎬ
ᏔᎬ KᏆᏞᏞ Ꭺ ᏢᎪᎡᎢ ᎾF ᎾᏌᎡᏚᎬᏞᏙᎬᏚ ᏚᏞᎾᏔᏞY
ᎬᎪᏟᎻ ᎠᎪY ᎢᎻᎪᎢ ᏢᎪᏚᏚᎬᏚ ᏴY
ᏔᎬ ᏚᎬᎬ ᏢᎬᎾᏢᏞᎬ ᎠYᏆNᏩ ᏚᏞᎾᏔᏞY
NᎾᎢ KNᎾᏔᏆNᏩ ᎢᎻᎬᏆᎡ ᏆᎠᎬNᎢᏆᎢᏆᎬᏚ
ᏴᏌᎢ ᎢᎻᎬY ᎪᎡᎬ ᎪᏞᏔᎪYᏚ ᏆN ᏚᏆᏩᎻᎢ
ᏴᏌᎢ NᎬᏙᎬᎡ ᎪᏚK FᎾᎡ ᎢᎻᎬ ᎻᎬᏞᏢ ᎢᎻᎬY NᎬᎬᎠ ᎢᏆᏞᏞ ᏆᎢᏚ ᏓᏌᏚᎢ ᎢᎾᎾ ᏞᎪᎢᎬ
ᏆF ᏚᎾᎷᎬᎾNᎬ ᏆᏚ ᎪᏟᎢᏆNᏩ ᏙᎬᎡY ᏚᎢᎡᎪNᏩᎬ NᎬᏙᎬᎡ ᏞᎬᎪᏙᎬ ᎢᎻᎬᎷ ᎪᏞᎾNᎬ
ᏴᎬ ᏔᏆᎢᎻ ᎢᎻᎬᎷ ᎢᏆᏞᏞ YᎾᏌ KNᎾᏔ ᏔᎻᎪᎢ'Ꮪ ᎢᎻᎬ ᎷᎪᎢᎢᎬᎡ
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sad imagination
PoetryA short story that I wrote myself. I am 13 years old and have the mind of a lost 30 year old. Characteristics of a 7 year old. Wishing to stay lost in my realm of sad imagination. Enjoy❤
