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A girl trying to survive in a mental ward with a revengeful policeman after her.
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The wind
blows by my hair into my face. I don’t bother brushing them off, pretty soon
they’ll be blown away anyway, and get engulf by..
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With the blood dripping from my fingers,fingernails red with blood, trailed from the bloodthat's spewing out of my wrists.I smiled as the darkness com..
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His eyes stared blankly up in the sky,his soft hands lie on the grass, unmoved.Bruises surround his neck in shape of a ropescreams of wails surround t..
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I'm this close to death himself everyday,It's like lust, pain and hate mixed together,it seems like everyone else has an earth,somewhere else to be th..
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Dark with a cloak,to hide his rotten faceand his skinnier than a pole body.Thin bony hands wielding a scytheredden with years of blood.Glimmering unde..
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The beautiful lush green groundrolling all over as far as the eye can see,the horizon can be seenthrough many thick lines.the sky is green, littered w..
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What did I do?I groaned toward the iron barsthat glimmered its dull appearance.POPit echoes, vibrating in my headPOPit goes again, a scream trailed af..
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As soon as I step off this steep edge,I will become a small feathersailing through the windsin a circle like a small twister.I will keep on floating, ..
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The warmth around me,like a heavy blanket in winter,the darkness around me,like the thick cloak over my headthe pulsing beats rhythmically,like a heav..
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