Being the Twenty-First Entry (Voice; The desire to die keeps rising)
Seventy-three itchy, ugly red dots on one arm.
Sixty-five on the other.
Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.
The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?
Sixty-five on the other.
Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.
The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?