The Tall One

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The Tall One shall always be watching.
It never rests. 
It never closes its eyes. 
It will always watch you. 

/// Different POV to I Am Alive ///Todos los derechos reservados

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An accident during a competition shattered her life in the horse world. Her life is now in a wheelchair. Her only friend on main campus was a shattered doll that she fixed and took care of. She didn't know that the porcelain doll will change her life. For the better or the worst she doesn't know. Yet. I don't see a lot of these so decided to give it a try. I needed another project to work on while I do "Blank Face". I might do one more Creepypasta. *Contains strong language* Y/N- your name L/N- last name E/C- eye color H/C-hair color F/C- favorite color Hrs/C-horse color F/R- favorite restraunt ___- time skip pov- point of view

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𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝑰 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬 ✧ 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑺 cover

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𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝑰 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬 ✧ 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑺

"How can Cupid... how could you be so cruel?" I curse lowly. Who could have imagined something like this happening to me? It had been so long since everything happened, but somehow the pain in my heart never left. The memories starts to flashback into my mind as I start to process what is happening in front of me, and why my past heartbreaks are all gathered at the same place. Nightmare, my childhood friend and first love. My first ever heartbreak. I tend to find him in everyone I have loved. He was cold and unpredictable but he was also warm and considerate at times... He was complicated but I loved all of him. Error, the one I chased over and one I was not willing to give up. He stood up from the rest and gave color to my world. All my poems were dedicated to him and him alone. Dust, possibly my other half. He felt like my soulmate. Everything about him made me feel like we were meant for each other. We shared the same interests about everything but I was wrong about one thing. We didn't share the same feelings. His heart belonged to my best friend. Killer, a flirty guy who people often rumored as the playboy. Most girls had fallen in love with his charm and personality. I was one of those unfortunate ones who fell right into his trap. But I... I saw something in him that other people couldn't see; there was something beneath those sweet grins. Horror. My comfort. My home. The one who filled the gap. The one who I think of every little nice thing. I love him so much to the point where I feel like the pain that would come with it would be worse than death. It had to be avoided. Cross. I was always drawn into him. He was my best-est friend. The one who I can count on everytime. The shoulder I can lean to when needed. The one who made me feel like I am the best thing that ever happened in his life. He was perfect while I am just... me. So why did I have to see them again? Why now? Love is not something I want to go through again... never again. <\3

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