I cant move, breathe, speak or hear and its so dark all the time. If i knew it would be this lonely, i would have been cremated instead.
YOU ARE READING
Bedtime stories
TerrorIn the nights we´re walking, in the dreams we´re talking. In The stories they tell, It never goes well.
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I cant move, breathe, speak or hear and its so dark all the time. If i knew it would be this lonely, i would have been cremated instead.
