Words are sometimes all I can spit
Words are long, cold and sharp
Steel bayonets that deal in pain
Yet still on some rare occasion I speak fluent meaning
I just wish I could remember what I said
Sorry I naturally suck at writing description of my work so I recommend reading at your own risk
Story includes
•language
•violents
If you do not support this please read someone else's book or fanfiction thank you
DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS BUT MY OWN
Markus x OC