Smoke fills your lungs as you hit the wooden floor, you barely even realize you're crawling on the floor, the same floor you used to play on, the same floor you used to scribble across as a kid, the same floor that feels all the colder once you can't crawl anymore. The skin I wear is too tight. ..
12. 14. 2025 "Be a shard of glass. Cut everyone that touches you." 3. 12. 2026 "Why bother fighting a war you've already lost." 3. 20. 2026. 3:06am "I wish there was a different outcome to this story, but all stories must come to an end at some point."
