today i found a helping hand. a window opened and my fragmented plans, began again to fuse and mold-conforming to anothers clothes...someone who is all too well,trapped within my broken soul. the window is...you, my friends, and i come to you with outstretched hands.
ive searched and prayed, day by day, for faces and spaces to which lue can relate. i walk and i talk,a life unknown, i find myself a desperate rogue, longing for anothers glance, to catch my eye, to understand, why my maker let me be, brought into existance, not one but three.so shake my hand by way of words,hello who are you, im crazy lue! <font color="purple"> [/i] </font>