Before I start this chapter, I just wanna say this is based on my own crappy mental health. It's a say to vent my feelings of feeling trapped in my own thoughts. Like the words come out so fast, I just can't anymore.
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I slept in the closet with the dog and cat, the lost little sock, and a new friend, Merlin the snapped crayon. "Brooklyn?" His husky voice called.
You grimace. He opens up to closet to reveal you sitting there with the poor abused dog, the silent little cat, the lonely little sick, the snapped crayon, and our new friend, Benny the needle. "Hey, what are you up to?" He sat down on the floor and pet the cat.
(Ight imma sleep now love y'all I'll finish it later <3)
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" Our Cherry Tree "
RomanceYou waited. He never came into your room anymore. "Brooke, my love?" He called from outside but you never listened. You only cried, you poor thing. He insisted "Let me in, let me know you're alive! Unlock the door!" The man with no mercy pleaded. Yo...
