Status: I won't be writing much because this is what I write when I feel REALLY depressed.
The Woes of an Unkempt Bed
Silence
It was absolute chaos. How foolish I had been to think we could survive! Then they arrived with their shiny guns and pretty knives and it was over in seconds, except for me. I was blessed with suffering further.
The struggles were painful to hear. I’m glad they killed Patty first, a clean shot in her heart, no lasting pain. Mama and Papa weren’t so lucky; I sobbed desperately, tucked away, as the grief escaped their beings and inhabited mine.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed enough to live on; they found me. There was no welcoming life with those barbarian murderers.
The struggles were painful to hear. I’m glad they killed Patty first, a clean shot in her heart, no lasting pain. Mama and Papa weren’t so lucky; I sobbed desperately, tucked away, as the grief escaped their beings and inhabited mine.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed enough to live on; they found me. There was no welcoming life with those barbarian murderers.
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yeah. Most of it is this depressing.