Literature
Just a thought
Many nights I wish I could be here. I wished I could draw here. But those days are most likely over. You may wonder, why, why must they be over? But you see, I can only tell you in a vague comment.I am being punished for my sins, though it is not about religion. It is about a crime against nature itself. For what person am I to defy it? My life barely means a thing to anyone here now, though I wished it did.Some may have already forgotten me, but I have tried to remember them. Do not feel unhappy for me, even though I am wallowing in troubles, for I do not want to be seen as selfish. I truly just wanted something to say, because I cannot say