Stranger
Who am I? No one in particular.
A person who doesn't have a reason 2 carry sadness nor anger.
Just looking at the clouds, and listening to the birds, i'm sitting on a hill.
Too young to comprehend, i'm just a baby.
Who am I? No one in particular, but someone you want to get to know, and as a result, someone you remember.
A jack of all trades means a beast to me and many threats to you,
If you doubt my unpredictable character.
I'm more than just my curves and since you don't see that, your ignorance, i use that to use you
to get you to think that you're done playing games.
Mind BLOWN.
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