Mars

In a small room,
air filled with smoke and memories,
an outcast with big dreams and too many worries.

Fire eating them up from inside.

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You can call me Mars or Koda, i write to express my emotions and thoughs, or to share the stories in my head.
I dont write to impress others, i write to make you feel what i feel.
I'm fighting through this world with my own paws and claws that arent even real, they're all made up, but isnt everything made up in some way?
If you understand me, then maybe you'll like my books.
And if you like my books, then maybe you'll like me too, but i doubt that.


All of my ideas are stolen. Well, not really, but my whole personality and everything i wrote here is too heavily influenced by someone i love(d) deeply. If you're reading this and think that its about you, it probably is.


(He/they)