I sleep at night with fear my dreams will be come real. I have endless ideas but no leads to run.
I feel alone lost in a place of know to be dark and freaky.
My friend I have is a puppy who is sort and warm.
Walking this abounded world survived chemical warfare and nucluer fall out.
Scary sights long night's hidden and lost and forgotten.
Abandoned is the new road I am making to pay words to change the dead who were wiped out.
Alone but not my voice my little friend is alaways loveing to hear my pondering thoughts
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
I sleep at night with fear my dreams will be come real. I have endless ideas but no leads to run.
I feel alone lost in a place of know to be dark and freaky.
My friend I have is a puppy who is sort and warm.
Walking this abounded world survived chemical warfare and nucluer fall out.
Scary sights long night's hidden and lost and forgotten.
Abandoned is the new road I am making to pay words to change the dead who were wiped out.
Alone but not my voice my little friend is alaways loveing to hear my pondering thoughts
Never look fast unless I unleash it
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