One.
Quiet.
Tall.
Rare.
Bass.
Double.
Wind.
Sound.
First.
We are called by he wrong name by outsiders and used as a threat and insult to those in the loop. Forever singular, unpopular and unheard.
Outsiders who recognize us tend to appreciate us when we are singled out. With the rest, we are easily spotted but lost in a crowd. Forever forgotten, unhelped, and ignored.
First.
Sound.
Wind.
Double.
Bass.
Rare.
Tall.
Quiet.
One.
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A Series of Stories
NáhodnéOk ima be real this is a writting dump. Its just random poems and short stories ive written so significantly better than others. There's a lot of darker stuff and some of its just plain edgy, but um yeah idk what else to say. Read if ya want. I alwa...
