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A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold. A blank white room, Empty, clear, You can forget- Everything here.
Stumble over fallen sheets, pounding in my head. Glimpse across the room, this is'nt my bed. Tried to escape for twenty four hours. Unpacked case, new place and hotel showers.
Rumplestiltskin was a goblin, who lived underneath an oak. A sickly grey looking fellow, who very rarely spoke.
Man once measured fear in the things that he dared not do, that it was always more favored than thinking.
There's a problem with my brain,. It's the reason why I'm stuck. There's a little mental game. That always seams to leave me fucked. The numbers in my name. Have always brought me varied luck.
I watched in horror as his crimson red blood splattered the freshly painted walls of the New Year Inn. I had to. If I didn't they said they would murder my family.
Damaged Before Life Began Stats: 11 year old girl Dad- never met Mom- in jail Brother- living in another home, haven't seen in 5 years Sisters- taken away at birth Homes I've lived in besides my own...
Strangers with a purpose. A deadline to meet. Both too young for the pressure. Of the world at their feet. There's a smile on her face. And a shine in his eyes. They were open to the world.
It had to be done. All my focus was aimed at the clear vase containing a few soft pink orchids. I memorized every detail of the flower. The outline was white and the middle was deep rose and white.
On a wet rainy day in late September my mom brought a box full of books from my grandmas garage. She had been dead for 3 years now.
"Alexander...I have twins and my fiancée just left me and took both of the twins." I said fast hoping he wouldn't catch any of it but by the look on his face, I could tell he did.
Dear diary Can't believe it, bloody caped crusader, who does he think he is. I'm far better than Robin, why can't he see that.
#Household @sjw I'm the household item, That you always overlook, Hidden in the corners, Concealing every nook.
Chapter 6 The Samurai Last to go and no dice rolled. The Thief had taken his gambit and won. Now five sets of dice rolled across his mind.
(I don't know what made me write this,but I just had to) Alex thought to herself, wouldn't it be cool to write a diary.
It doesn't matter who we are...it matters not who others see in us, how much ever they may love you or you may love them. And neither is it, who people think you are going to be.
*Don't read this if you're averse to violence and suggestiveness!* I could smell Her perfume, Across the hall. She even left that God-damned shawl.
#halloweenparty Demons here and demons there Some in sexy underwear A little one that offers cake A lush temptation I may take A bigger one that carries guilt He'll smash all the walls I've built A...
#emotion What was I thinking.
I have to admit That when kids are back to school I am the happiest of them all Might sound meany But two months chilling Gets to you at the end I love our time together with the beach and sun But...
I know you are hiding under those dark shades Looking down at the floor filled with shame Of walking in the street, you are now afraid But try to know you are not to blame You have suffered...
#acorn (one of my first heartfelt pieces) When we met I was just a girl my head full of nothing but music dance, and getting a thrill.
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
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