Doll face just seems to be on my mind today. I'm not sure why she is but she is. Her pale complexion, her beautiful eye, and her tear stained cheeks. They may look sad but I see the beauty in them. I have to stop myself from thinking about her. It's not healthy to think about people this much. After a while my new care giver comes into my room. He gives me a new dress it's a pale blue. I walk into my bathroom and change into it. It's not very comfortable but I'd rather not complain. If I complain about everything I didn't like they probably would have killed me by now.
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HorrorCall Church: this dark and twisted story make you question how you look at things. Dark imagery and twisted wording hold a place in this story. Unknown to the world this place of terror is based off of the twisted dreams of many I've heard. Detailed...
