Please, I tell my self trying to open the door to my room. It seems that the melting peers have locked from the outside. I could here there chattering from my room. Who are they? I need to find out quick before I get my self in anymore trouble. I tell myself trying to reassure that everything is OK. But it is not. I lie to myself every single day I to make believe of the FUCKED life that I have. I hate it. Please I say one last time. Please... let me.. go...
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"The Dream Land"
RandomA male child woke up every single day to find something unfamiliar in his house. Once he found bunnies another time he found sweet candy. This all revolves on what he is dreaming about that very night. One night a strange occurrence happened and ins...
