And so, the marching of the tiny guilt molecules continues, chantingblood songs all the way.
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Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
The Evanescent Belief Confers the Protest
And so, the marching of the tiny guilt molecules continues, chantingblood songs all the way.
