By the way I'm not sixteen anymore. Duh.


My perfect storyWhen I write I seem to lose myself in the process. Hours seem like minutes and there never seems to be enough time in a day or enough words to write my perfect story. I completely forget about my life. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder and a voice whisper in my ear gently. I opened the notepad and began to write.My perfect story
The knife glinted in the moonlight stained with blood, his blood. She stared down in horror at his limp frame beside the window, blond hair flopping over his pallid face and his eyes, drowsy, closing for the final time. Jennifer was powerless to stop the life spilling from his veins. All she could do was scream, an
Brozen Tree

Don't leave meI feel it growing in me This feeling deep inside Consuming, improving Making me better than I ever have insideDon't leave me
Sweetness, happiness What is this feeling to me A flicker of light in the darkest of night I finally know happiness all inside of me
From the ocean to the sky Let flow Let it be free Stay with me Dance with me arm in arm
Tell me everything will be okay You won’t leave me Leave me alone in the shadows Show me, bestow me The gift of happiness deep inside my heart
Be my sunlight in the darkest night &nb
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