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alana-canady
alana-canady
I'm a writer of deep dark thoughts. / I'm weird... / I'm crazy... / I'm possibly Insane.... / I breakdown a lot..... / I trip over air.... / I face plant walls.... / I have my idiotic moments.... / But I'm me
He leans down and whispers in her ear She quakes & shivers with fear. He laughs and taunts her through her dreams. She cries and tries her hardest not to scream. She grasps it and puts him on her skin. He likes the feel of her blood up on him. A little deeper and she falls With one last beat of her heart the silence calls Wrapped in a body bag all for show. Now the kids at school will finally know. What she must've felt like when she was alone. In the house she once called home.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
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