All that was left, was a shadow of his former self, his eyes sunken under bags from years of stress and a lack of sleep. His smile, no longer so full of the happiness it looked to once have carried. He was no longer the child he looked to be, now, he was wise, withered, and only just beginning.
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Sam R. Joined: Jun-27-2016 |
I write poetry, books, and music. I do a lot of stuff involving creation and art. I enjoy being expressive in my art forms where as I am unable to express myself as much in the real world, or real world situations. I hope you enjoy my writings.
