trpbl g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
chromeus g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
headcarsandbending g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
canniballism g-a-la-x-y g-a-la-x-y

And I’m staring at the celling wishing you where here. My chest hurts, I just want to be with you. I know you would erase all these bad thoughts and chase the shadows away. But I’m glad you’re sleeping, you shouldn’t have to deal with it. You do enough, I really have to stop interfering with your sleep.

e-pi-de-mic c-inismus
suklad fukarushukaru