Break and mend, I built the breath
They hunt now, drawn to life
They're not real
Still I am fraught with fright
And thought
And zest
And get no blunt blows
No blunt woes
Dodge, duck, flash, shoot, crawl, run, crush the vile bond
Cry not
Try not
Do not hold out hope
Your life will save these souls
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
