Writing a Book

I’m writing a book. She’s called horrible, awful, things. And she’s dark as f*** No one likes her either. I think she scares them Almost, maybe, as much as i do. Maybe not, that would be a lot. Our world is trying to escape, but I drowned in escape, So I’m trying to cope, but... Continue Reading →

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