calamity
and it never occurred to them
that maybe
they were already
dead.
Not my truth,
But maybe in the depths of their stone cold hearts. Where it was barren and frigid and only manipulation and the drive to destroy blazed freely.
Or maybe that's what kept them alive.
- anonymous
A/N
I just made this for fun, I got bored one day and got this idea and decided to put it on paper. (Or wattpad pages??) Anyways, it was very vague so you could do the figuring on your own.
Thank you :)
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Malfunction | Harry Styles
Poetrymal·func·tion malˈfəNGkSHən verb a failure to function in a normal or satisfactory manner.
