DontUniverseimfalls1

Sometimes quiet is violent. I find it hard to hide it. My pride is no longer inside it's on my skin my skin will scream reminding me of who I killed inside my dream I hate this car that I'm driving there's no hiding. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. I can pull the steering wheel...

DontUniverseimfalls1

NOOT NOOT!