I couldn't sleep last night. I could hear ma's sobs from her room and whenever I closed my eyes I could hear her screaming at me to stop. And I feel like a grenade now. I'll probably never stop until I ruin everything that is left in my life. But what is left? Haven't I destroyed everything already?
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We Shall Heal
Short StorySadness doesn't suit a pretty face like yours. Tell me. What does? Happiness.
