S.S.

First-person account of a toxic relationship that is transient by nature yet bound steadfastly in existence by the past and fleeting moments of humility.

Just for fun now but this has been in private creation and revision for years now so might as well share it, I guess. This version plays around with a more refined writing style but still may contain copy-pasted sections from a more embarrassing time of it's creation for laziness's sake.