"Stripped to the bone
To the soul
To the I don't know
Stripped to the core
To the matters of the skin
And oh
Stripped to the four
In the morning lies
And lullubies
Stripped
Without clothes
Without dirt
Without baggage
Without consciousness
And you are weightless"
"Luke? Are you okay in there?"
"Yeah, just looking in the mirror"
So in case you didn't read the description, this story is potentially triggering given that each of the boys will likely have a disorder. Read at your own risk!
First chapter will be up within the next couple weeks!
Also if you come on here telling me I'm romanticizing the disease or anything along those lines please get off my story and leave it alone. I'll happily report you and delete your comment. Thanks
