Glued, mended hearts still leak blood.
Klorrie Note #14
The people we were are dead.
Klorrie Note #13
Rumors. A bird chirped. She cried.
Klorrie Note #12
Wipe the slate clean. Erase them.
Klorrie Note #11
Missing. How long until they notice?
Klorrie Note #10
His screams were her sadistic pleasure.
Klorrie Note #9
Behind my walls, he found nothing.
Klorrie Note #8
I pulled the trigger. It's okay.
Klorrie Note #7
Her brain once housed many minds.
Klorrie Note #6
Peace. When my heart stops beating.
