group-o-literature

 Business was slow for Cyrus nowadays. People were very poor, so they had no money to spend on a mechanic. He made just barely enough money to live on, and many weeks he had to pull from his savings. Today, he sat in his workshop, trying not to indulge and buy more food. Cyrus had just enough food to last through the week, but emptiness still clutched his stomach. Suddenly, Cyrus heard a knock on his door. 'A customer? How fortunate.' He thought to himself. However, when he went to open the door, nobody was there. A lone package sat on the doorstep of his shop.  Somebody must have delivered it to him, but left before he could see them. Cyr

You have no idea How you've hurt me Over the years Headphones in my ears You think I can't hear But I can Every word you say Breaks my heart a little Rips it into pieces Until There's nothing left And yet, you keep going on I despise you And I always will It will never change Go to hell