I know I've been away for a while,
But you see, I've been busy, child.
I hadn't forgotten all my Opuss friends,
I was thinking about you as I was on the mend.
I know it's maybe too much to ask,
But it would make me very happy if you did this simple task.
Would you be able to read my story?
Don't worry, it's not very gory!
I know it's rather long, but I'd really appreciate your thoughts.
It's called 'Taken'.
Thanks!
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Fourteen. I love writing, any genre. It seems to take up a lot of my time. One day I'd like to write a novel - whether that ambition will succeed, I'm not quite sure. I love media, and some day hope to be a journalist of some sort. On here you'll probably find bits of my short stories, my attempt at poetry and just general random stuff. Kik me: misguidedGhost14.
A tinny paw on the display. I wonder what it mean. What will it say. It's something I never seen. Paw and words on the display. Under the paw two words. A bit off the color gray. Not like herds.
You stare at me with those eyes, you don't believe it when I cry. All my bruises left un-heeled....all tears left unsealed. When I tell you to let me go, all you do is hold me close.
Pedo Pedo. Me a Pedo. My tongue is very redd-o. My brown skin is very soft, just like it's furry. I like to eat fish, and curry. I do not like bug or wormy. They very very squirmy. Pedo Pedo.
Night is a fright till you see sunlight it's so dark you cant see a kite Don't be frightened just go to sleep cause the more you sleep the faster the sun will peep Words of wisdom..
I'm scared of gliders. I'm scared of spiders. I'm scared of you. And I think your scared of me to. What can you do. I'm scared of clues. Me to. I'm scared of food. I'm scared of people in the nood.
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Sinking into misery, In that pale white livery, Torn between my own rivalry, Articulate not through literary, Could I ever have the bravery. To ward off such melancholy?.
Do you remember me. We used to be friends. But now your skins made of newspaper, As you follow your tabloids trends. Where have you gone. I used to know you well. But you've changed so much.
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