Anger consumes my vision as my fist connects with the drywall, making a hole in it. Unsatisfied with the outcome, I repeatedly slam my fist into the wall until all of the knuckles on my right hand are busted and bleeding and proceed to do the same thing with my left hand.
Nothing is in my head the whole time this goes on except for the one word, betrayal.
So as my vision turned black, I waited for Death to come knocking at my door.
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SonstigesI will write random stuff that I am either feeling or thinking at the time. I hope that you don't get too freaked out, my mind is really weird.
