612 words read Her icy finger tips caress my softest spot. Assessing if picking up, sickening senses re-up, is worth the potential.
It disgusts me, trusting I'd be better off dead. Dreaming the pleading would cease, reconstruction of humanity seething. I dont believe it, feelings are touching me. Rushing me to the exit because I c... Self degrading hating everything I've become, allowed myself to succumb to self absorbed nonsense. There's no contest, no one's as selfish as me, regretting everything. Protecting what? Nothing anymor...