The Father Who Cares
"I call out
Is no one there?
The imagination
Of the atmosphere
I called out
My memories stare
The past and present
Of ones held dear
Icalled out
But not in fear
I learned my lesson
Of the Father who cares."
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Just your typical geek. If you care to look deeper though...You can see the layers I have created. The worlds I call my own live in my imagination. Creating riddles and poems and lives and characters to become and get lost in. No one knows me, or at least the me behind the blinds. PLEASE COMMENT instagram=tamingofseawolves
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