Let the riptides take me away from the home of my memories
Take me away from the pain and the joy
Good and bad memories
Take me away from a place where my heart is played like a game
Away from the sun and the moon
To a place where I can be alone
Where death will pull me apart
And make my death a work of art
To never be seen alive again
Is that such a crime?
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Short stories
RandomIts little short stories I came up with out of no where (lies they came from my daydreaming) Shut it past me ('s not my fault you lied) ...shut up