What people see me as vs. what I see myself as. a sinner, a saint? something to figure out
People form us, even after they are gone. But they help us make us who we are i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want a story i want. I dont even know who I am anymore With hate and rage dripping from every pore
Look into the mirror, and who do you see? (Inspired by a friend's story)
Do you understand the feeling of a phone call? Just a thought about the world and what it has been to live in it.
Source: https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kittykim1990/2145083/ The Master finally captures his oldest enemy. But with him comes a peculiar young woman. A glitch in reality lets everyone forget Roka, making her a mere ghost in the TARDIS. Only the Master seems to ... “The bed in which he lies,
Does not care about rich or poor.
For no amount of riches,
Can pull him out that door. “