Alone in his room.
Late at night,
he’s collapsed in the corner.
Tears spider down his face.
The corruptive blade
makes contact.
It’s an addiction he can’t
crack.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
Alone in his room.
Late at night,
he’s collapsed in the corner.
Tears spider down his face.
The corruptive blade
makes contact.
It’s an addiction he can’t
crack.
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