Pulled From the Wreck
Bow like a martyr Sick off your own disease Ask yourself what's this bed for You dug your grave It's six foot deep Butcher Babies Arising in comfort is definitely something I'm not used to. That and the sound of someone attempting to heave their guts up quietly, yet the gentle sobbing from the girl pulls me from my bed and position beside Luke. Trying to figure out who it could be, Danielle's name comes flying at me through the fogginess of my brain considering the hour of the morning it currently is, the sky dark still yet trying it's hardest to light up quickly thanks to the incoming sun. Of course it's Danielle. I mean I knew I wasn't wrong about her being pregnant, like it was bad to assume considering it isn't my place, but I had a bit of an inkling and I happen to be rig
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