Sixsiga

If I could make this one decision, I would make the world stop spinning. Then make a wall of rocks and stones to make a division To stop everyone from seeing what I am feeling. When can I stop this cold-hearted depression, So I can put and end to my and screaming. What madness have I contracted to make such an assimilation Of all my years of pain and suffering.

I couldn't say I didn't like him nor liked him at all. He always kept to himself trying to avoid being well known. He would always fail at that job. His attitude towards everyone was notorious for being one who couldn't care less, most of the time anyway. On other days, he would seem to have woken up in a better mood and would talk to some of us but eventually find his way to the back of the conversation and then depart altogether. We all got used to it. I've only known him for about three years when he first came to my school, that was my freshman year of high school. He was an exception to the rules in many ways. He always wore black cloth