Sitting at the quarry or outside in the back it was never white and black it was only a love story with lots of pain, and true, some glory that started with a panic attack and a man that couldn't cut some slack and ended up pretty **** gory with a girl in a hospital waiting room alone and really cold but she always did keep true even while awaiting doom what he did was oh, so bold yet she still said "I love you."
--> Someone challenged me to write in this style, but I got it all wrong. I still enjoyed writing it.