He sits alone in his room... He is grounded... He was never good in math. A girl about 13yrs old walks up to him and says "take my hand boy, and I shall take you somewhere new" he took her hand. There they went... Up up up, til thee were specks... Then they were gone. He was so happy... Or so he thought. He was being eaten alive by this girl. She was making him think that this is what he wanted... But this wasn't him... The darkness was his safe haven... He went back to it no matter what. The wind there caresses your face through the darkness. He was then loved and never again.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
He sits alone in his room... He is grounded... He was never good in math. A girl about 13yrs old walks up to him and says "take my hand boy, and I shall take you somewhere new" he took her hand. There they went... Up up up, til thee were specks... Then they were gone. He was so happy... Or so he thought. He was being eaten alive by this girl. She was making him think that this is what he wanted... But this wasn't him... The darkness was his safe haven... He went back to it no matter what. The wind there caresses your face through the darkness. He was then loved and never again.
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