

Was it a dream?Groggy eyes flutter open. Thick smell of blood was coming from all around the small one. She heard crashing from another room.Was it a dream?
"Where am I?" Pix groaned to herself, trying to sit up, but she was quickly brought down by the rush in her head. Her head quickly went from a rush to a stabbing pain and she brought her hand to her forehead. She was confused when she felt the wet cloth there and was quick to throw it across the room in shock. She slowly looked around, trying not to move to much.
The room itself was rather dark, Pixie tried to focus her eyes, but her groggy head wasn't having any of t


My Lovely SaviorThese past few weeks have been nothing nothing but a sleep of demons and evil haunts. I toss and turn and sleep becomes a work out, in these dreams there's no safety.My Lovely Savior
I believe I'm done for, in these visions of hell, No where to run, no where to hide, they come to eat me alive, I shiver and drop to my knees.
They all snicker and glare upon me, they lick their teeth in excitment, my loss of hope has their eyes glittering and their hearts thumping in excitement.
I try to hold my own, try to keep a good face forward, but I'm so worn down from
Comfort

No One or Someone?I thought you were no one, Some passing thing in my life. I never took anyone seriously When they saidNo One or Someone?
"You never know what you have until it's gone."
But you're my Gold Thread, Wrapping and squeezing tighter around me. The farther you pull away, The tighter it gets.
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becky - psycho; insane
generally referring to a female who may appear normal but is actually straight up crazy in the head.
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We can't all be perfect baby
That would be dull
But I can write myself perfect
Cuz that's called skill
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Cheers
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becky - psycho; insane
generally referring to a female who may appear normal but is actually straight up crazy in the head.
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becky - psycho; insane
generally referring to a female who may appear normal but is actually straight up crazy in the head.
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Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies,
and right now they're building a coffin your size.
we still need to hang soon! *pout* lol
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We can't all be perfect baby
That would be dull
But I can write myself perfect
Cuz that's called skill
=[
-sad face-
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Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies,
and right now they're building a coffin your size.
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