Everything was white. The plastered walls, the cork ceiling tiles, and the cotton bed sheets. Plain; the room was, and painfully bright as the sun rays shined through the curtain-less window on the right. A repetitive beep was heard at every second. The door was shut, but the sound of shuffling feet, clicking high he...
your hair is long slicked back by the grease of hardship you look tuff but you're worn and they know it are you drowning? drowning in the hatred, the grease, the violence against your life your life a fourteen year old life not yet an adult but still not a child war has aged you theres grease on your soul and smoke i...