I Can’t Call It

I guess that's why I speak to myself often, Because I'm the only one who knows my pain, Really. Day to day. You get used to it being a lone soldier for most of your time. An outcast is what was casted upon his broken confidence, Him, Who I once was, slummed, In the outskirts... Continue Reading →

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