Passion went up to his new room, and tossed and turned in his bed. It looked like Sleep was right about him being an insomniac, because his thoughts of Jealousy kept him awake...
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
