Another von durk story

Inhaling shakily, Durk presses an unsteady hand to the wall, squeezing his eyes shut when his palm slips around. Fuck. There's blood everywhere.

Lonely Adjective: Simply put to be alone For as long as Kentrell Gaulden can remember the theme in his life has always been lonely. There are three types of loneliness: Emotional Social Existential And at some point of another he's felt all three. Jumping from party to party, Thot to thot, Kush to Cognac... All in an effort to feel... less lonely. Eventually it turned him cold. Cold and resentful and quite a troll. All in a failed attempt to feel... less lonely.

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See it started one day by the store...

"𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰"

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘝𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── imagines about the hood favourite.

What rod said? 'Give you my last name be my girl foreva'

𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐌𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 |