8 Jan 2014
Okay so I was in this room looking out a window and my 'team' was behind me. And you and your 'team' were walking up the stairs of the house. At first I didn't realise it was you but then your coach or whatever yelled "remember the difference between bats and birds" and you turned around and then I recognised you but your hair was brown. And the aim of the game was for the teams to kill eachother. All my team was lined up infront of the door of the bedroom or whatever we were hiding in and I was meant to be at the front of the line cause I was the leader. I didn't want to be at the front though cause you would be at the front of your team when you get to the room we were hiding in and I didn't want us to fight.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
