I'm all alone no-one alike I feel shallow with all my might. I know i'm different from the others but that's alright. I'm on my way to a new place I think I just might find my place. Here I am I think i'm home but way do all the same shun so much. I'm on a journey on my way I found this person on the way they were just the same but then things changed it turned too may. The sun grew longer the moon much shorter I found my home near the porter. The sirens sounded against me I ran as fast as I could from the others. I fled to a place were I found my brothers and the mother. I finally found a place were I could take cover.
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Tyler Prince
just trying to show my narrative side :)
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