
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
We’re in the palm of a hand making a fist
It’d be best for one of us to speak up
But we prefer to pretend it does not existAnd you can’t see past the blood on my hands
To see that you’ve been aptly damned
To fail and fail againLalala a child!Clu for immortalspark
it’s 3 in the morning and there’s so much wrong with this but I give up