In the gutter.
Life is going by in a blur.
You still have to stay strong.
And go keep going forward headstrong.
Even if it hurts like the bite of an adder.
This is my poem for Scourge. By the way. The people who have 'Who am I?' stories. Take them down. They break the FFN rule. There can be no interaction for the story. So sorry guys, but thats the reason I took my story down. Hope you like this poem and I will do more of these. Do not put who you think this is ok? I put who it was in the first sentence of this author's note and I don't wanna get this story get reported.
