i ran out of ink

By , Friendswood, TX
I used to able to write yo you. Oh a million thing I would write. But now words have been stolen from me, and all she has is herself, and that dark hole, just waiting to finally consume her. Her happiness. Her smile. Her dreams. Soon it will all be gone. And she will fight no more, cause once the monster has you, there is no going back.





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