I can't sleep in this room anymore! You don't know the countless nights I cried myself to sleep or poured my heart into my journal thinking no one was there for me. All the nights I spent listening to music and telling myself it would be okay when i knew it wouldn't be. I have nothing left in here but a drawer of clothes, but this was my second home when everything was falling apart and I had nowhere to go. All that this place ever ment to me changed when I left the sickness and death behind me.
Now its just a reminder of everything I want to forget.
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Results of my overactive imagination
De TodoThese works are a result of my overactive mind. These are scenes I imagine before bed or when I just zone out at work. Please enjoy, but be warned my mind can be dark at times. There may be trigger warnings in some of these scenes, and I will pos...
