𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐬, 𝟐𝟐𝟖𝟕, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲
The soft Boston snow covered the empty streets, blood stained snow here and there as screams sounded in the distance, nuclear waves still in the crisp air..
I sat in an abandoned house as refunge from the cold weather. My scar stinging as the snow fell onto my face, making me shiver. Wrapping her torn jacket closer
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1Jasmine darkwood
20/03/2025