All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
  • JoinedNovember 24, 2018

Story by PlayGround-Kid
To Be A Monster by PlayGround-Kid
To Be A Monster
She had been born a monster, a killing machine. Taught to kill with no mercy, she has lost her human emotions...
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