So today I walked by the wall again. I had a few cuts and marks on my face and body from yesterday, with all of this fighting I can never seem to get any time to myself. Yet whenever I do get a chance to be alone I like to go to that wall that seperates me and my brother, I don't know why I enjoy the sad feeling but I do. The wall has graffiti on it, some of it written in what I believe is blood. Very...nastolgic. And eerie, not as awesome as I would have expected on my side. Just a wall and nothing more.
A crumbeling.
Falling.
Dirty wall.
No wonder it reminds me of myself.
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Zhe aweszome journal of Prussia: The last days
RandomThis is a small diary from Prussia's point of view during the last three weeks of his, I will update it daily I guess. But for now, feels~
