Just a random piece of trash, forever stuck on the highway in life's traffic zooming by, never given the chance for escape to the side of the road. I will forever remain an unknown tumbleweed in the midst of time, until I finally get run over by the pressure of a tire.
Deep, I know, right?
(I write, but most of it is not published 😂😅)
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weirddobby131
Aug 03, 2018 10:59PM
To the people that care,I am thinking hard on a concept for a book that I'm going to write; however, I have not started on writing it or even drafted it. It is still just a concept with many plot ho...View all Conversations
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