war is like a glass vase. once it breaks, chaos begins. a situation that used to be so casual and calm has not resorted to chaos and anger, innocent victims being blamed for what was everyone's thought. you can clean up the glass vase after it broke, but their will forever be a peice there whether that be microscopic or not. a bit like war there will always be the heroes but their will forever be a peice of them wherever they go.
war is like a vase. forever there, haunting those who created the problem.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Journals of a teen girl
Cerita PendekA few journals I have been writing over the few months.
