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