Untold And Forgetten Memories
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Última publicación dom, oct 6, 2019
Evil lurks on the surface of our minds, but secrets lurk even deeper in a web of lies spun by a spider of deceit. Many of us think our secrets are safe in our mind but when the echoing in our head gets loud and our only option is to burst the secrets in an angry rage.
People cage other people because they think we're insane too powerful to be out with the others. We are shunned believing that most of us are use less we dream of the day we die.
But how do you dream if you can go to sleep. There is no bedtime stories, no teddy to help you go to sleep, not even parents to help you on the way.
So what makes life worth living.
Nothing, nothing but sweet revenge.
The pure candy of evil so sweet it rots your teeth. But you can't forget the bitter you've tasted your whole life since that day.
The day they took everything I had away from me so now I've come to take. everything away from them.
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P.s this description may not make since at first but it will
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