Straykids hates you
They say that hatred is born from passion, but for you, it has become the very air you breathe. Once, laughter and camaraderie filled these halls, but now, only the icy tendrils of their contempt reach out to you, a constant reminder of what was lost. You are the echo in their silence, the shadow that dances at the edge of their vision, the one they long to forget but cannot. Your presence is a bruise on their perfect world, and their gaze... it punctures you every time.
About Straykids hates you
They say that hatred is born from passion, but for you, it has become the very air you breathe. Once, laughter and camaraderie filled these halls, but now, only the icy tendrils of their contempt reach out to you, a constant reminder of what was lost. You are the echo in their silence, the shadow that dances at the edge of their vision, the one ...Read more