Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be insane.
It's wrong to think that, but I've always thought my life a was film.
As I wright this I can hear laughing insidecmy head. I hope they hear my thoughts.
As I wright with this pen. I've realized I've had one friend in my entire life.
The ink on this paper, My only comfort.
I hear them stop laughing, because I just thought the last line. Now I hear screaming. I'm getting a migraine.
Finished my insanity, with a bullet in my brain.
What a great movie right guys, look who's the comedian now.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
