furtivelungs
he eyed her up to down, seizing her with a frown. "Why did you tell me that?"
she looked at him blankly. "because you didn't love me back then."
he scoffed at her with scorn. how pathetic
green was a nice color. also fits in a plaid, on a shirt, covered with blood, following down a sadistic upturn of lips.
'it was her fault, her fault, her fault only.'
his bladed memories, dark with crimson.
he has no regret, only confusion.
green was a nice color. also fits in a plaid, on a shirt, covered with blood, following down a sadistic upturn of lips.
'it was her fault, her fault, her fault only.'
his bladed memories.
he has no regrets, only confusion.
the sun was breaking in peter's eyes to start a new day.
he pulled his backpack securely on his shoulders and smiled up ahead as he rode the bike.
peter was going to make a difference today.
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