The corner is filled with raw substance, breaching to the smallest of fleets.
All Alone
The walls are communities of pushing and torturing, bashing and emotional devastation.
All Alone
The board is be the haven for dumb and idiotic me, one wrong answer, again. Again
All Alone
The bathrooms are where the smoking and underprivileged monsters creep in to stay healthy, pouncing on the weak pray.
And this is where we are safe, where I am safe.
Alone
