Biography of Matthew Davidson
Im about as laid back a person you will meet and I love to write. If there is anything else youd like to know, just ask.
In The End
Its April 13th, its Friday the 13th, the beating of his heart is a curse to her ears. He reaches out to touch her but she pulls away. He cowers, he recovers, and he makes another move. Her glance cuts shreds of his esteem. His skin, cold and clammy. Her eyes burn like the hatred of the weak. He sits, she stands. The air is cold now, its sour, breat