The people who walk among us have stories to tell, every one of them. Most are simple stories or a whole storm of today in society. I have only one story to tell in this life, and it is to be remained untold until my death bed. The outcasts in life are those who are going to make a difference in life because they don't go with the group, they go their own way and are ashamed to be anyone else, but themselves.
They are proud, but not full of pride.
They speak out, but do not shout.
They live in the shadows of nothingness, but have been seen by millions.
They have homes, but are homeless.
They are dead, but are alive among us.
They are in all the groups, but are the outcasts.
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Tonic Teenage Maniacs{Completed}
ПоэзияPoems about the things I think about the most.
