The little girl was seven, maybe eight years old. Innocent and loving, like any normal child. Adorable too. Long curly black hair trained into pigtails, big brown eyes, and smile that told of a missing baby tooth, always a proud accomplishment. If I ever wanted a child, I’d want it to look like her. She… Continue reading sick people
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will someone tell me what’s wrong w/me?
i’ve just recently relized that i’m not like other people around me. I’m not as happy or jolly as other people and myself would like me to be. i mean, i laugh till my stomach hurts if there is a funny joke on t.v. , but i just can’t bring myself to feel all that… Continue reading will someone tell me what’s wrong w/me?
Blood Soaked Baby
You lay on the floor In a puddle of blood. To me, so indifferent, it could have been mud.