{9th April 2016: 11:10pm}
I promised myself that when I grew older, and I had more sense, and I had more the faith in the world, that I would leave my mark. That there would be something fighting for. But here I am, and there is nothing waiting for me but an empty grave.
//VOTE//COMMENT//SMILE//
YOU ARE READING
twilight
Short Story[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
