Okay, gay chicken.



For a long time, it was just me and him. Now, everything’s changed.

Well, he needs to learn to adjust.



We came from a life, Where the world stabs us in the chest and leaves us for dead. Crying in the ditch, begging for a hand to reach out to. Instead, we get forgotten and passed on by. I know your suffering, and you understand mine. We loved and lost. We’re the same you and I.








“This is nothing we were ever trained for.”

“This is nothing we were ever trained for.”



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