Oh how I want to be her,
She is perfect,
Her eyes shine vividly,
Her smile brings even the most cold hearted tears,
She has that wavy hair which shimmers in the sun,
Oh how I want to be her,
She is perfect,
I sneak up to her in the night,
She doesn't know I'm behind her,
I bring out my scissors,
Blood,
Screams,
You can see the muscle in her face,
I hold before me a flap of flesh that which resembles a "Mud Mask",
I place her on my face,
Oh how I wanted to be her,
I am perfect now.Inspired by: A request from my sister
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Short Stories
Random(Constantly Updated) In the next few chapters I have written several short stories. Don't worry, you won't be staring at your screen for long, they're only about a paragraph each. There is a reason for that though. In each story there is a small mes...