When the soldiers of pitiful habit find you, run quickly with a smile.
Be calm as the mascot becomes a real wolf. It was never going to work, those tortured, fruitless steps only to fall to the bottom. All feeling has left me. I am a stump where once a sprig stood in chaotic wonder. Thanks to teachers with the loaded gun of their minds go ahead and cut you down. Some get back up stronger for the attack. Some don't.
When will I wake up? I've been comatose for a long time. Snap out of it. Someone come at me and cut it out. Don't. God.
Sharp wit was tested. Some people can only thrive if destroying someone else. Journalists aren't social workers , they do not have the luxury of humanity.
Those who can't do work in--
I blinked and now I'm 26. Where did the potential go? The Potentialists is a prison of crack pipe criminals.
No one feels inertia like this, I thought to myself. No one knows how dagger slender and espionaged it was. Dripping around in the night like