busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
like a silver bullet through A wall, unfelt, cold. The rules, the heartless. The last dance. she swears on herself. it's a promise she wont break. She will never do it for the lips with black rings. The selfish anxiety. Swear, swear, swear to the last dance. Despise the unholy coldness. It's a promise, she swore.