He Looks Like A Man

I've Done Without Doing Things, Like Sleeping And Eating, But I Need To Write.

In Our Factions, We Find Meaning, We Find Purpose, We Find Life.

"what Did You Do?” This Time The Question Tears From My Throat Like A Growl. I Throw Myself Toward Him. “what Did You Do?” I Scream. “you Die, I Die Too. I Asked You Not To Do This. You Made Your Decision. These Are The Repercussions."

I Am Proud. It Will Get Me Into Trouble Someday, But Today It Makes Me Brave

Sometimes I Forget That I Can Hurt You. That You Are Capable Of Being Hurt