You can never win, not with a name like Rage. Having crazy, red hair, and vivid, emerald eyes, doesn't help. You have to fit the stereotype. Furious, out of control, jealous, a rebel.
The first part...
Furious fettling through flippant forays. Frivolously finding the forte. - A Poem on the fury of when you need to find something and the feelings that come with that. Why is it always in the last pla...
You can never win, not with a name like Rage. Having crazy, red hair, and vivid, emerald eyes, doesn't help. You have to fit the stereotype. Furious, out of control, jealous, a rebel.
The first part...
Furious fettling through flippant forays. Frivolously finding the forte. - A Poem on the fury of when you need to find something and the feelings that come with that. Why is it always in the last pla...