
Built With Strange Parts
I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…
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I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…
Read Poem