Dear love,
Do you have the dreams? The dreams about that scary looking red door with green shudders? With the scary man with the four knives for his fingers? The green and red Christmas sweater, the brown hat that has many holes in it. Oh god, his skin. The skin that only someone that was in a horrible accident would have...do you have those dreams still?...please help me learn to not let him get me, to survive. Please my love, you are the only one that knows what I'm talking about, please I'm in desperate need...and you are the only one that can understand. Please call me, help me stay awake, I don't want him to win. He CANT win!....I'll be waiting for your call...
Love~me~
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Letters to my lover..
PoesíaThis isn't really a story....but this is every letter that I have ever sent to my love...I hope y'all enjoy
