".......do you hear that?
..........nothing can be heard.....
.......this is my feelings toward life....
......people might not get what im saying....
.......................................but i do......
thats why im thinking to my self in a dark corner......
......being used and done.......
.....nothing else for me......
........done......
.........used.....
........just a living thing.....
.....................thats all.....
..............done..........
...............used......
........thats because this is a poem of a dark time.......
thats all........
theres nothing else to say......
........goodbye.....

"yaaawwwnnnn" said Sankiru.


Before this entry starts, this is a story of a..."special" person. I can not tell you the details now, but you will find out soon. This person, Sankiru, is a 13 year old boy with no friends. He might call them "friends," but they arent. other than anything else, this is a story of a usual person. now lets go back to the story of Sankiru.

"uhhh....I cant believe I have to go to school" Sankiru said. This is Sankiru's second year of Junior High. Two years and he STILL cant get friends. "Oh well....i guess i better get dressed.." said Sankiru. What Sankiru has on today is alot. He has black chained goth pants with a long red and black shirt. Sankiru has a lipring. And before I forget, He had two thing on his back that were very noticable.
People last year said he was sooo goth, he had stitched devil wings on his back.

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