Tip
toe.
I hear echoes in my head.
Creak
squeak.
My bedroom door is opened.
Tip
toe.
Imagination edges close.
Eyes
wide.
I stare into its bright eyes.
Hush
shush.
Do not be afraid of me.
Why
me?
It's time for you to go.
Why
me?
You think too much, my little one.
Slit
slash.
Imagination creeps out again.












Comments
some times.
(:
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lovebites.
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
My imaginings are on vacation right now. Haha..
Never felt suffocated though. Gone a little wacky though xD
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This is your invitation.
But we're not to old for pre-teen violence
Hope u're coping well~ ^_^
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New Account as of 6th July 2009:
[~Amberoath]
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Please repeat the message. It's the music we choose! Keep a mild groove on
Please Vist
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
--
You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
--
This is your invitation.
But we're not to old for pre-teen violence
--
You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
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