Day thirty-one
Dear Patrick,
I didn't want to wake up.
I was having a much better time asleep,
Fallen in a deep slumber of sorrow.
And that's really sad.
It was almost like a reverse nightmare,
like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved.
I woke up into a nightmare.
A.
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Riptide
Teen FictionYou couldn't understand, even if you tried, the reason that she cries at night, the reason she tries to hide. Don't try to come close, she'll just push you away, there's something that you don't know, words she couldn't say. She tries with all her...
