I know they can see me, but it makes me feel better to be here. It still smells bad. I don't know how he did that, but it is bad. I don't like him much, but I feel bad. Will they be happy when they find a new him? Will they want a new me? Everything here is a nightmare.
They say you can't wake up, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to. Being asleep makes me feel safe because I can't see the prying eyes. There are monsters under my bed still, but I'm pretty sure they are the same as me.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomWe write on little pieces of paper to save who we are. A/N: I have no intention of ever finishing this or even making it understandable. This is my playground of sorts.
