It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did.
Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed.
(A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)
❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞
Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book.
Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)
ranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018
somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more.
no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡