The sound of caskets dropping into the deep dark ocean scares me and has at the verge of tears.
No one tries to comfort me, no one eats when I tell them too. No one will ever take my advice, no one tells me to snap out of it and get a hold on my life.
Can't they just care about me again? what happened to the times when they gave me their rations in return for my help?
Will thy ever help me find the light?
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Hello,
Sorry that I didn't update for 3 days (?) I have more on its way, so it will also be a triple update.
- your author
YOU ARE READING
The Other Way Around (on hold for MAJOR editing)
Historical FictionI always yearn for someone to talk to me and comfort me, but that's what I'm doing for the others
