there's a man, without a home
without a soul
without a place to call his own
there's a road taken alone
destination unknown
where the skies are painted gold
and all the suffering he endures
and as his characture matures
his legacy he insures
when your sights sets on me
and your missions complete
will you be there for me?
when the time has come
and it's all said and done
can i count on you?
can i count on the truth?
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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