Dressed in a sharp black suit, pale skin glowing in the darkness. His eyes sunken, dark pits in a face streatched tight across his skull. Lanky arms and legs create a strange loping gate, yet he does not stand out. Long sinewy fingers wrap tightly around a cane, small young fingers clutch a toy to his chest. Slender hands clasp together in nervousness. Death walks amoung us, and they wear many faces.
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A Collection of Tragic Deaths
RandomThe simple writings of a dark teen, focused on the tragic deaths of those around him.
