twisted
work work n work..
how is 1 2 survive e madness of office politics? wif a smiling face followed by a suuden thrust. u feel it, warm wif a sense of coolness, sparkless wif a glimpse of light, a taste of saltiness, blood.
somehow, somewhere something still lurks. shadows move where light should b. its time 2 retreat? i think not. protect me. for u i will.