Thoughts of death as blood floods my veins, but not one new cut on my body.
Sadness and the smell of fear fills the air. I thought I smelled rain but, no it's just my tears.
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The Book Full Of Truth/Lies
PoetryThis is going to be pretty depressing. All the chapters in this story are things I wrote in my journal while I was recovering. These are original stories and poems . I've never told anyone these things so enjoy, relate, and know you are never as alo...
Thoughts.
Thoughts of death as blood floods my veins, but not one new cut on my body.
Sadness and the smell of fear fills the air. I thought I smelled rain but, no it's just my tears.
