Apr 30
Guilt.
You may have washed the blood from your hands, but it’s still on your conscience and I hope it eats away at you every single day for the rest of your petty existence… you are nothing and you know it.
You may have washed the blood from your hands, but it’s still on your conscience and I hope it eats away at you every single day for the rest of your petty existence… you are nothing and you know it.