I have so much meaning. Oblivion breaks me. It allows me to cry over someone's sadness when I can't already identify my own. I offer you my pain. I drown. You left. I ask you this, "Where am I?"
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
قصة بقلم shereemargrethe
TRAITOR BLOOD
We all have two options: Kill or get killed.
Grethe Honson, a college student is faced with a dilemma of surv...
