Grey
Grey
How does someone begin to be brought up into this world. Challenging with the ways they live by everyday. Transcending every breath into a risk of the matter of life and death. Every footstep crossing the line of the descending dark shadows in all of the choices layed out in front of you. Mocking your steps, making you gradually be pulled by their supernatural force to conceive your soul through their eyes. Every heartbeat fluttering for that single ounce of blood to flow through your veins. Waiting until the moment it darkens and you fall.
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