Misfitsundertheirskin Stories

they-and nothing in-between is their identity. let thy existence written in the space of once to be the place of dwelling, in profound and vast sentiments. i am where the stone was long standing, there their name was engraved with obvious misery. misfit seems like their last name and bare it with those eyes that tear up the truths-those eyes-were enigma and full of.. dedicated to t. hari started, 04. 07. 23 ended, --