User talk:Yunagal

My real name is not important any more. No one seems to ask. No one seems to listen. All i can depend on is myself. Maybe someday ill fall out of this world and go to my own. Already i can feel the calm and can taste the freshness. I then open my eyes...its heartbraking to know im still here.

written by J.S.Brown

About: I wrote this poem in a sad emotion because of how my life was and still is a bit