She wore a striped shirt with striped shorts and black high tops that had silver stars.
She creeped through the night.
The only evidence of her presence was the light reflecting off the gold rims of her glasses.
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Stories by SpazHomie
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a collection of poems about thoughts, nightmares, daydreams, & depression.
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