I was broken. Your cold, hungry, dirty and waiting for death. You can feel the stench of the man next to you against your skin and you've given up wip..
Once upon a time... My niavity amused me. Hours of endless giggles about the clown on the T.V. Your words unknown and so into the future the stars can..
You write and I'll pray
There is no God left in this place, he has abandoned this crypt long before wecould evensense our death wish. We are plunging..