Status: Done.
The Blood, Sex and Booze: Boy called Kill.
Some-days he feels like dying; he gets so sick of crying.
*Contest Entry*
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Prologue
'my little ray of jay' -
I am happy and sad at the same time.
"How are you feeling today?" -
My bodies flesh; Only flesh.
“You look so ***ing beautiful when you’re afraid.” -
Routine
“It hurts baby.” -
At night he cries away his pride
“You promise?” -
Wake up.
'He hurt himself to make you seem like the bad guy?' -
Strawberry.
"We need to speak to Mike. Both of us." -
Song for the end.
'Baby, welcome back.'