Stricken-Dk

When they gave the diagnosis, I was a little dumbstruck. I thought I was fine, but I had really run out of luck. They took me in, they gave me clothes. They gave me a slumber, but then forced me to rose. In panic, in love, and all in between. Stricken, I was, in the head as I tried to flee the scene. They caught me to my horror, lost and in shock. I’d rather be running through the streets without socks!