Made Broken

I was made broken and made a fool of and my heart still yearns for that which will never be mine.

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Asylum VIV

My heart was hammering, the weather too cold on my skin but sweat pouring out my pours. My five new friends following like bind rats through a maze. They have no idea the horrors that await them. The fate I’m leading them to. I can understand now how he did this to us. How he... Continue Reading →

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