Tired of being silent
of never being seen.
Of simply being a stone
never allowed to gleam.
Of hiding in the shadows
escaping those who look.
Tired of having nothing left.
After all the others took.
Of hiding in the shade.
Never seeing the sun.
Of watching those who fit in
and never being one.
Of starving for attention
what little that was fed.
Of loving those who kept him
and his soul from being dead.
Tired of the night
never seeing the day.
Of never being noticed
the shadow, fades away.















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Random bystander was produced by random bystander industries, also famous for 'that guy who walked past' and 'that irritating bastard in the background'
but as always what do I REALLY know?
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There will be no jelly donuts for you today. Only death.
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Random bystander was produced by random bystander industries, also famous for 'that guy who walked past' and 'that irritating bastard in the background'
I am sorry you feel this way. I do know how it feels like and it sucks. We should meet up during the holidays, or whenever you're free from school
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If it'd been me stealing the sun, I wouldn't give it to humans to keep them warm. I'd drown it in the ocean and start buying their souls by selling them fire.
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