'This new world is interesting,' I thought
This time I was still with my mother,
Yet strict and unloving, just like the other,
She still held onto me, the reason i wonder...
We had a home and a fish, along with strange technology,
Something was different with me, I always gave an apology...
Even if i did nothing wrong, not of the sort...
And Father? He rarely played on the court,
Yet he was more loving than most,
Tough on the outside,
But soft up close...
He was more than unusual, but still unlike me...
I felt just as alone, I lived with only a reason...
But after going through my Little Door,
I felt that this world, had a little more...
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Endless Worlds
PoetryJust my life, and many others... If you have any questions, just ask...