I keep wandering in this sad white mountain and I see people through their windows, in their cozy home, all together in front of the fireplace.
I'm so cold that just wish I could be there too. But I can't. I must go on with my search. Whatever it is that I'm looking for.
Maybe there I'm just hopeful I find someone willing to take me in.
I'm not a monster, I'm just a damaged little angel.
Oliver.
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If I had a home you would be the first to enter. But I'm still looking for it, you just have to believe in yourself and have faith(or try) :)
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