Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34787863-20180729200348/@comment-33989872-20180730054740

His hands were in signing positions "Picture this he was just a kid, Not knowing where to begin, He wore all the wrong clothes followed all the wrong trends, Persecuted for the things he did.

Picture this he was all alone, Without a friend to call his own So he sat on his bed, With the thought in his head, With wishes that they all were dead.

But then he saw the light, Gained the will to fight, Saw that victory was in sight, But soon they all will see."