Sin… Black Curls…

Sin… Black Curls…

In here, people change. Usually anyway. The meek become wild, the confident, shy and the arrogant become shadows. A mix of medication, neglect and the fact that you never knew if the person next to you was going to continue staring into space or leap up and attempt to...

Sin… The Confessional

Forgive me Doctor, for I have Sinned. It’s been a while since I last wrote anything. I wonder why that is. Why am I missing those days? Why is there a blur where there should be a memory? Has a five year old come along and rubbed it out, but not been quite...

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