Nervous Why? What is it that makes me so angry? I have no identity. I am special I hate what makes me special. I want to be like everyone else. I work too hard to be the same. I am no different. I am no man. I am not a child. I am a soul.Continue reading “Steampunk Poetry 31”
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THE CHASER'S MANIFESTO 