Untitled Writing
Who? "poet"
What? "magazine"
Where?
"basement"
AS THE YEARS PAST I SIT HERE AND THINK ABOUT ALL THE CHILDREN THAT GET TO SEE THE OUTSIDE. I THINK OF ALL THE WONDERFUL GLORIES WHICH I WILL NEVER GET TO EXPERIENCE AND THEN I THINK OF WHAT I DO HAVE. I HAVE THE ENTIRE BASEMENT TO MYSELF, TWO DRUG ADDICTED PARENTS, A SLUT FOR A SISTER, AND TWO ABUSIVE BROTHERS. I GUESS I'M LUCKY BECUASE I STILL HAVE MY SANITY.
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Not all who wander are lost.
J. R. R. Tolkien
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