A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
By Bahumat |
http://bahumat.livejournal.com |
Somtimes you just can't work the pain away. |
The smell of sawdust and a broken heart don't mix well. The buzzing of the saw went unheard from the buzzing in my ears. |
She'd hit me, and I'd let her, because it was the last fair thing left in our lives. |
My cabin just won't stay warm anymore. |
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