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"He hoped and he wished it, but it didn't fall in his lap. So, he ain't even here. He pretends that.." I pull the headphones off from around my head . The hook is probably on by now, but I don't care to hear it . I pause the song since my headphones are too loud so I can concentrate. "I'm losing my person/All I'm doing is being a servant/It's like I'm losing/My purpose/I'm never gonna be worth it/Everybody else is just perfect/.." I jotted down on the water stained paper. The colors started to blend the more that I looked at it . I folded the paper and slid it into my shoe box that my blue and black Converse came in. It was around 2:34 a.m . I started to get tired so, I layed down on my bed which was placed on crates . I looked at my drawn on, purple wallpaper . It looked trashy, but I loved it. I imagined pictures and faces from the designed ceiling. Stating that I have an amazing imagination . It's also Friday well, now Saturday
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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