“ told ‘em we shouldn’t get involved, ” he says, eyes darting anywhere else around the room that he can find. guilt hangs heavy over his entire being, his soul feels pinned and heavy inside his body. “ bad shit is always gonna happen around here, and i’m done draggin’ people into it. ” he was tired of death following him — his whole life felt like he was just leaving a trail of nothing but death behind him. “ if you were smart you’d grab your stuff and head far, far away. get ahead of shit. i would if i had the chance. ” // @moonsymbols doot doot toot













