i have dreamed my parents' death. it wasn't soft and slow. it was breathing and gasping and clawing for what was left of life at the foot of their perpetrator. tired, broken, drenched in their tears a...
i have dreamed my parents' death. it wasn't soft and slow. it was breathing and gasping and clawing for what was left of life at the foot of their perpetrator. tired, broken, drenched in their tears a...