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SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Revenge?
Nah,
I’m too lazy.
I’m going to sit here
And let
Karma ******* up.
Lol who else feels this way sometimes?
  Jul 2019 SophiaAtlas
Ruheen
I'll keep the bodies in boxes
I'll keep the emotions in bottles
They're bound to be found,
One day.
Until then I'll hide them.
Keep them safe.
In case if I need them later.
But the bottles will crack.
They'll be found.
They'll be seen.
Loud and clear.
Like, little bursts of explosions,
And no explosion is ever good.
Meh.
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
There once was a woman
Whose body was cursed.
If she dare bear a child,
It would die before birth.
Through madness he crept,
The master of dark,
He promised a child
To ease the woman’s heart.
A daughter at last!
She wept with joy.
Not knowing at once,
She was just his toy.
Another creepypasta story :) Lazari is the child that was not supposed to be born. The man is Zalgo. AKA Lazari’s “dad”  if you know the backstory, great! :) if you don’t....message me.
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Violets are blue,
Your blood is red,
The window was open,
I’m under your bed.
Lol. Once again, another creepy pasta poem :)
I love creepypastas :)
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Monsters don’t sleep under your bed...
They sleep inside your head.
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Creepypastas are creepy,
They sometimes make me sleepy,
But I couldn’t find my bed,
Jeff’s words were in my head,
“GO TO SLEEP!” is what he said.
At the Boys and Girls Club we were working on studying poems and songs...we all had a paper to fill out and we would pass them around our table and then someone would write down a word. Then the person whom the paper belonged to, would have to make a poem. The last words of each line are what they put for me and I finished the rest. So, basically I made this at the Boys and Girls Club lol.
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