I figured out something...
black ink.
From the eye that has
the ice in it.
Fuck.
I have an eye infection.
The ink only runs down my eye when I think about Bamberly and Bamburai.
When my PTSD strikes.
That's kinda ironic.
It's like a tear that shows what I'm thinking.
A tear that holds my horrible memories.
Well I'm alone...
so no one can see it.
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Separated For Life Itself. [old as fuck go look at the remake (seperated)]
Short StoryThis was inspired by Deskbuddy BB. White Infection is an AU I made a few months ago. This includes quite a lot of Angst, death, mild swearing, and one part mentions suicide. If you don't like these things, don't read this. This was originally Banj...