ohh. sometimes i get these burst of expression. we dont show ourselves enough. always hiding, i guess its easier that way.
i want to smash something right now, more than i want to cuddle with him. shattered glass wounds would always heal faster. thats what i guess it boils down to. what am i supposed to do?
creep creep creep, they're creeping in. they need to get away.
shoot shoot shoot, my point is on the target
what soldiers knees shake at their enemies voice?
this battle doesnt exist. its time for a forfieght
to enwrapped to run
became a prisoner of war in a fight that i dont even fucking believe in
