Imagination;
-lays on the bed, seductively, smirking as I bite my bottom lip- Hey..
Reality;
-lays on the bed naked before feeling like I will die and demons will molest my poor naked body as I shove on boxers, and wrap my self in blankets, holding a bible- Fuck that..
(I do not want to die and see a bunch of demons feeling up on my dead and NAKED body, worst nightmare ever. -shivers)
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Fruity Cake Elui
PoetryA boy lost in this big world. Wishing one day, I'll find a hand big enough or small enough to guide me home, because all I ever wanted to do was walk away with you.
