"There words were bullets and I was the bullseye"
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
Bullseye
"There words were bullets and I was the bullseye"
