Liza Gonzales


A Day

Sitting in a classroom too bright for a person so gray with emotions. I glance at the clock but it's broken and I'm stuck. My mask is fading and i have no desire to make a new one. My bones are almost broken from drunken rage. Alcohol never affected me, it's the thought of death and guns and anger, all flushed through my veins it's intoxicating. A

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