I Am Afraid, by 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 01:57:18 | Lovecrafter |
really cool format. |