A story unknown, stranger than all, an unimaginable twist and turn that makes you feel a little lost? Will all this be enough or do you need more?
For when thou asks, why don’t I smile
I think to myself, What’s the point?
Everyone’s worthy of something. A killer is as much worthy of a noose as a poet is of a piece of paper.
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Imagine a kid, on the last bench of a class He couldn’t make friends, he couldn’t write or draw Logic left his head, long before the bell Using his finger as people, he would idly finger wrestle —- Maths never made sense, formulas weren’t strong He wasn’t so dumb, but he was truly so lost He […]