PandorasAfterlife

*** I made this in a novel workshop at school, but I'm way too lazy to pursue it, so whoever wants to, can use this as inspiration, or just steal bits from it! I just want to see how it turns out, so if you use this, let me know!*** Other random ideas: Rifts? Something to do with souls or losing your-smoke-self. Setting: A land of smoke and ice. Its all ice, but its humid, as smoke obscures your vision constantly. Razor: The inhabitants of this land are formed out of smoke, with ice-crystals on the edge. They are technically souls that have come from the lower realms, usually tortured souls. As soon as they arrive, their memory is gone. The

Paradoxically depressed Pull my heart out of my chest Stitch up and make it new Fix it so that I love you Put my heart back in my chest Romantically now laid to rest

Now thats over now im at home the pressure to perform still here but more gone if you understand theres not the social pressure but your parents ya gotta be fucking perfect or they gonna yell no i wasnt sassing you no i dont want to shower NOW yeah i kinda want eat first whats that and in my mind a huge fuck you because i dont fucking want to shower i just got home you uncouth ass i just want sustenance no, im not here for the fucking pleasure of knowing you i think you're a fucking douche yeah i fucking went there dont care  if you are my dad doesnt change the point you're not as perfect as you think you are you nee