"She doesn't
really have a place in this world"
That sentence keeps echoing inside
the walls of my mind. Piercing into it a fact that i'm aready
painfully aware of.
"She doesn't really have a place in this
world"
A misfit. A road without a map. I'm walking without any
destination; trying desperately to find a place.
"She doesn't really have a place in this
world"
I know.
