Rebel Rebel.

Break away, follow though from pain & joy.

Displaced in the human time line, she is not from this generation.

Feelings of old the young blood boils.

‘They’ve exchanged the intimacy for a instant like. A gratification for the low. Face to face morals are a thing of the past…’

Never to believe to survive in a place like this.

The rebel heart escapes, the wild calls her name.

I didn’t believe you. Telling me who I was. I refuse to be different. I didn’t want the emotions it came with it. I didn’t want it. The purpose of my existence is too great. – Writer J


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