Play Pretend.

Just be nicer to people.

Anchors and Burdens.

I guess we all start somewhere, don't we?

Blues, Greys and Hope.

At least, I am trying.

New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Graves of Past.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Tides of Memory.

Among millions of faces will the tides still find me?

Another Bad Day.

Sometimes, standing out is a little more difficult than it usually is.

Faded Pictures.

All the ink has bled out.

What Goes Around.

You win some, you lose some.

Dear, Miserable Lives.

Does the soul ever tire of thinking?

Forgotten Drafts CH2- ‘Numb’.

It always does feel like a better idea to suffer in silence.

Forgotten Drafts CH1- ‘Open Wounds’.

Healing is hard.

Pray For Your Souls.

Farewell and may you damned be.

Someday.

Letting go of what could've been.

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