I Am Afraid, by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

Knock, knock,... Hello, who is it? 
I can't come outside and play. It seems the 
world outside is gray, and all the words I 
seem to say these seeming words won't go 
away. Held captive i read them every day, 
shown how they work in every way. 
The shifting plot of life's ex-stream; 
and all the things that make you scream 
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:29:42 UTC

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2010-02-02 01:57:18Lovecrafter
really cool format.