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I dare not make a sound
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
I wonder,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
I tense-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
And scream.
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
I wonder,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
I tense-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
And scream.
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
Literature
Promise Me
Promise me
You will break my wall.
I have built it up so long ago
and I can't tear it down
Too many lies
too many heartbreaks
it's like I can't breathe anymore
and it hurts
I want to forgive
I want to forget
I have cried all my tears
I have regain trust
But still this wall is here
Drowning us
Promise me
You will break it.
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I'm Sorry I Lied: France x Reader Oneshot
"Francis- can I talk to you for a second?"
Your heart rapped violently in your chest. Not even once did you think you were going to reveal something you kept a secret for ages. A secret you refused to accept till now.
"Oui, what is it ____?"
You froze at the sound of his voice. Hearing it sent shivers down your spine. You liked it, and you wanted more. Wait, why were you thinking about this? You didn't even say what you wanted to tell him yet. But
is it the right thing to do?
"I
I have a confession to make."
You thought this was the best choice at the time, but now this wasn't looking like the greatest idea you had. You knew
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SpainxReader - Paraesthesia - PT 4
The cold water continued to rush over every crevice your body had to offer; the chill felt almost welcoming – friendly, even. Running your waterlogged fingers through your _____, ______ hair you strenuously pulled out some of the knots. You wouldn’t consider yourself a conceited girl, far from it in fact, but you found a great sense of satisfaction in bathing. Maybe it was because it was cleansing.
Blinking away the water from your eyes you traced your fingers lightly around a cabinet in your stall; something you hadn’t noticed. Turning the handle you found that the contents were comprised of soap, shampoo and a sp
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oooh kinda scary-ish and sad but i like it :]