i layed on the bed-
key word "the"
it wasnt mine.
suddenly all the memories from last night came back in an almost glitch like way as they sped through my mind faster then i could recall,
he died.
this was his bed,
where are you?
i-
i killed him.
no no no no-
we killed him.
we watched him bleed out on the floor,
we didnt stop it.
we let it happen.
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short stories/poems
Short Storythis is just some random shxt i probably wrote at 1 am im not gonna give context so take the stories as you will also i know im not good at describing or writing in a general im not really gonna continue any of these enjoy🖤 ( the cover art is by...
