To Anonomous-
I saw you on a crowded street,
And you seemed to stand alone.
You're smile hid the scars to deep to ever seem to show.
Your laughter made the world stand still,
And hearts begin to slow.
A lone guitar, played this passing star,
Searching for a home...
Left mystified those who saw your stride as you began to go.
"Oh stop" some cried, as they realized, that in your heart bestowed...
Lied sacred love that almost none had ever got to know.
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Well, I'm young, but I don't want my writings to be judged based off of that premise. I write for fun, it's my passion. I'm working on the game and like feedback;). I read war and peace when I was in the eight grade for fun. That's the kind of person I am. I'm a nerd, and an hope to be adorkable. Otherwise I'm just a dork. Either way I exist, just like the unicorns living in my head :)
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