So I lost most of my other blog because I can't seem to remember the password so I've just been taking some stuff out that I liked. Honestly I have no idea as to why I wrote this but it's pretty alright I guess.
I've been sitting in this empty room by myself surrounded by millions of people staring into the dark cold eyes of a lone child. The outter shell has been broken by the thrashing and poundings of a verbal beating. "How else should I be surviving?" demands the small child in angst of being able to live without a real life. "What am I to do now?" the questions keep rolling of the tongue of the young one. They can't seem to understand that their time has come. The sound of rolling thunder comes crashing into the open windows of the vacant warehouse. Thousands of people come swarming in, the child looks for someone, anyone to help but sees no one. The Warehouse by the ocean is vacant. Just as the eyes of the child.
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