victoriawilson9191991
Oblique. Lifestyles, clarity, moonlight. What does that even mean? Scores on a chess game plague my dreams. Life is bleak. Numbers, times, clocks. Misery unfolds when my eyes are closed. I don't relate to words on a page, anymore.
catapult. yourself into reality. or your mind's version of it. you never know the tortures of the past until you are catapult into a messy version of a forgotten memory. rape. rape. rape. catapult yourself into eternal violation. an innocence lost, forever.
signed by a sorrowful soul. she signed her name for the last time upon a tattered piece of parchment paper. she has been forgotten, just as her time is ending. oh, sweet irony. oh, sweet destiny.