...it is if everyone dies ALONE.
It was nearly the end of the schoolday, and none too soon as the grease paint has begun to cut a swaff through my complection. As we speak I am almost blind from the shine of the raccoon markings encircling my eyes. A clever thief on a hot streak, and you had my absolute attention.
I chewed on my nail and inhaled the deep scent of Kools that remained on my gloves, and still does to this day.
Beside myself with questions in fell into bed that night a blur of lust and love. Lost in emotions--
Lost: the both of us.
"...got a date with suicide."
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