Some times i feel like a husk ripped up and smashed into dust, its so ****** up i dont have any luck it *****. I canβt break bend crack or snap because the whole place will fall down like that. I canβt show tears for my fears or all i hold dear may disappear. this world may be a hell but under the dust in this ****** place i dwell there is a well that this shell can drink from. when you drink the waters of life your whole life can change like that. Iβm a husk i dont know if i can make it to dusk but i must.