Every time you exhale, a bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets it. Ever fog up a mirror with your breath?
Don't do that.
Every time you exhale, a bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets it. Ever fog up a mirror with your breath?
Don't do that.
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The story follows a final year british student during the worst week of his life.
(If u get easily scared DO NOT read. You have been warned. Mark my words.) A babysitter came to baby sit some children and when they were sleeping she would go to the parents room and watch tv.
Not true this is a brief of story A girl brought a desk to do homework a stuff on but she always had backaches on it.
For every mistake you've made in her life; She'd go up stairs, with razors in her pockets. Tallying up, drawing lines. Drips of red coming out. You'll see. You'll regret..
I've always thought I'd be the one he marries, I've always thought I am the one who could make him happy, I think I've done and tried my best to be the best girl I could be for him & for Us...
It's close. It's coming to an end. Our world is getting old. It's dying from all the hatred, and hurt it's been through. With so many wars, and cuts. But if it does end, Would I really care.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door....
He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. Blood, splattered all over the wretched walls. Filth covered the floor, broken glass was everywhere. What had happened here.
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