On Wednesdays,
I step outside
Our White house
and a couple blocks away,
there is a place
that sells really expensive sweets.
I buy them with my own money
so I don't hurt Frank.
But you really get what
you pay for.
Those sweets make me feel
weightless
and like I can feel happy
without anyone judging me.
My favorite sweet
is the sugar.
They put it in plastic bags
and I like it straight from that bag.
It's my favorite out of all the sweets
because it makes me happier than the others.
But whenever I get it,
I hide it under my pillowcase.
God knows what would happen if Frank found it.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
