His life is a lie. His thoughts are a lie. His actions are lies. His cries are fake. He is not human. But he'll let them think he is, Until I can feel go home again. Until he can feel blood run through his back. He will be weak. I will not give in. He will coy and lie on the ground and cry and whine and shout, he will pretend. He will hide the black and white side of him behind ripped and torn curtains. (THIS BOOK IS NO LONGER A SHIP BOOK BBGS) I am re writing this 🫡