Death Row
Pray and beg, that luck favors you and let you live long enough to found the rotten apple. I feel as I clenched the amulet in my hand, never that I able to take it off. Now I feel so unstable.Co-workers among me, oh how I wonder when will that 'puppet' take off its veil of deceive and lies?I am less concerned with that, now I am concerned about when my rationality dies.Because of the amulet, wrapping around my neck, watch as I stood and let it protect me, and let me say my goodbyes.To the miserable, future me. I hope you're able to aid your trauma and live free.…