Thread:Frostfeather98/@comment-28600342-20160603044047

I can't last another day.

I've had enough.

No more fights, no more violence, no more deaths.

At least, that's my fantasizism.

Fights and riots spring up like young weeds.

Ma always told me to talk it out, to never hit someone.

Even if they hit you.

Now I must hit, I must fight back, for my very survival.

A thousand words couldn't save me.

I now sit, the predator becoming the prey.

Awaiting the final day.

When everything ends, when I finally let go.

It doesn't matter if I can worm myself out of every situation.

It all ends now.

I hear the footfalls, pattering against the cold stone floor.

All I can do is pray for the Lord's forgiveness.

Good bye, friends. 