Knock knock, who’s there.
Short story by Ashley Joyce
I heard a knocking at the door
*knock knock knock*
Who could that possibly be? Curiosity race through my mind, I’m use to hiding from company.
How’s the pain today?
Burning down these bridges seems to be my favorite past time
Ima get it on my own just like I did it the last time
People in my ear sayin I don’t give a damn mind
People in the rear try to catch me I’m to fast for em