Lletres: Tiltwheel. Battle Hymns For Recluse Youth. Manilla.

was so normal as a lad, kissed his mom and hugged his dad and his freinds the fun they had, playing war and acting bad, the days went on but time stood still and all those people made him ill, couldn't stand the cliques in school crawled inside his head until... walked the halls(walking home?) from school yelling slogans at the people who to him were a reminder of the kids who used to laugh at him now he's proven what he expected all along seeing all those empty souls unhappy faces growing old and then he laughed. how does it feel to die slowly?