I walked over to my bed and lifted up my mattress.. I pulled out the knife and set down. I opened it up and looked at it.. still listening to my parents bitching in the other room. I started thinking to myself, I was tired of all this.
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Incubus
The very first night that he visited me, I lay huddled in a foreign bed, curled up against the world and willing my heart to stop. My love had abandoned me, turned me out of the home that we had made warm together into the cold void of the streets.
Finding comfort…..on his deathbed.
“WENDYYY! WENDYYY! WENDYYY! WENDYYY!” “What the Fuck?”, I asked. Wendy looked at me with a humerous grin on her face and says,”Imagine hearing that shit at night when you’re trying to sleep!” “What’s wrong with him?”, I asked her. “Is it scaring you?”