Dark Brown Pools of Despair
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Eight deaths since Christmas. The last one overdosed on meth. We discovered him during a routine safety check, but he’d been dead for three days