Saturday, June fifteenth 2019
He did it again. He cut his skin open. Again. The third promise on the same topic, broken. I can't help, but be angry. So damn angry. So fucking upset. So much pain.
- J.M.R.F
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FanfictionThe darkness of his soul was visible in written words. Corbyn Besson was gifted a notebook by his mother, told he was to write his thoughts and days on the blank pages. He believed if anyone ever read, it would be the death of him. Only if somethin...
