hiçlikle dünya arasında sıkışmış ruhlar, kırılmış kalpler ve yaralı bedenler... 26/11/2014 13:11

i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]

"Bu dünyada yalnız yürümekten korkmuyorum.."