Four months since my brother left.
Four months since I talked to anyone.
Four months since burn my lungs with smoke.
Four months since I slit my wrists with blades.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hold on
Historia CortaLoving and fighting Accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I breakthrough I pull you in...
Chapter 14
Four months since my brother left.
Four months since I talked to anyone.
Four months since burn my lungs with smoke.
Four months since I slit my wrists with blades.
