sometimes life feels like a fabricated paradise.
just for me.
it always rains.
it is always cloudy.
it is always dark.
my favorite.
there's a bruise covering half of my left arm.
it's green and purple.
it
tugs
on me.
i cant
the phone rings.
i pick up.
"clementine! i'm here! open the door, dude!"
"i'm coming!!"
i run downstairs and
