I couldn’t bring myself to even lift my head. “I was too late....”
I cupped my hand over my mouth, unable to swallow the heavy words that felt like dead weight on my tongue. My knuckles were bleeding between the joints.
I cupped my hand over my mouth, unable to swallow the heavy words that felt like dead weight on my tongue. My knuckles were bleeding between the joints.
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead.
Artist:d-oppelganger
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