#2 saddening Feb '20. We're puppets to the little red fist of flesh in our chest we know to exist, but cannot see nor touch. It drives us for the better or worse. Life. So let us share our heartfelt emotions. I hope these words move you in positive ways.
"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not here for a happy ending. We're here to see the beauty in tragedy."...
