4 acessos
painting the walls to gray, erase my face
move on, out of the old house
fill up the suitecase with cloathes torn from the fight walk out the door turn off the lights incase our lives with darkness stab the house good bye but i cant let this die.
let what ive worked so hard to built parish in the rubble. every second of blood and sweat dripped on those walls taken away by a stronger wind and what is left to re-build, on the foundation of the weak