Let the mind run free, burrow a hole in your skull, reach the point of no return, come back a legend as the phoenix, bleed dry your fingers numb, skin-turning bone white. A skeleton you're left as. A skeleton but again.
  • JoinedNovember 29, 2024


Stories by Dantejo Massacar
Murder She Wrote Yesterday by dantejomassacar
Murder She Wrote Yesterday
Softspoken.
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Poems by U
Storybook collection.
Chop by dantejomassacar
Chop
Secret keepers.
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