Two years ago, I was taken from the streets and trapped in a house by the Schizophrenic man that claims he loves me. I haven’t stepped outside of this wretched house since then and it’s starting to mess with my head. How is it that the man that once struck me with terror is making me feel something completely different?
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Short StoryJust little tidbits because I'm lazy. I come up with some ideas that could turn into cool books (or even movies :P) but I'm too lazy to put forth all that effort. So, here are a collection of little stories I started and never finished. If you want...
