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What is the point of killing millions of people? He didn't why. He will never know why.

A scary shirt story

The bony hands were just too familiar.

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

Part 2 of Timed 8 days...8 days to live...

Time will not heal everything...true story.

~ in which i torture my friends ~ "I can't-I can't breathe!" screeched Anna. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HELP I DIDN'T CONSENT TO THIS-" Katya yelled. I giggled as the wind rushed back.

I should have seen the hate in your eyes. I should have known your perfect disguise.

There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

Real romance isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments.

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

Fire In My Heart - Part B