PITCH BLACK IN A NEVER-ENDING, LIGHTNING STRUCK BASEMENT, ROTTEN BODIES WITH THE SKIN PEELING, SOAKED IN ALCOHOL .... STILL SCREAMING, EVEN IN THEIR AFTER-LIFE STATE. A BRAIN IN WATER HOLDING A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT... A SKELETON KILLING PUPPIES IN THE CORNER. A BABY CHEWING ON THAT VERY BONE MARROW THAT YOU KNOW SO WELL. THE SOUL-LESS MOTHER EATING THE HEAD OF HER NEW BORN SON. YOUR HAND HAS NO SKIN, AND IS COVERED IN BLOOD, YOU GIVE A FAINT SMILE AND JOIN IN THE PARTY. YOU STAB AT THE BODY-LESS FACES PINNED TO THE WALL...THE POWER THAT KEEPS YOU GOING IS ANGER IS ANGER WITHDRAWAL. BY NOW YOU CANT WALK, SO YOU CRAWL. YOUR LEGS ARE CUT OFF. YOU FEEL NOTHING. YOU DO SHOTS OF PURE, EVIL DINOSAUR BLOOD. THE RUG IS FULL OF MUD. MORE LIKE QUICKSAND IN THIS LAND OF NONE. EATING GLASS AND SCISSORS THIS MIGHT GIVE EVERYBODY ELSE SHIVERS BUT NOT ME. IN THIS LAND OF NONE I AM FREE!! I CAN FINALLY BE ME. IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SECRECY. I HAVE A TWISTED MIND AND A ROTTEN SOUL, BUT HERE NOBODY KNOWS!!
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I'M 13 YEARS OLD. I LOVE TO WRITE. I'M VERY AWKWARD. I WRITE WHAT I FEEL, AND I FEEL WHAT I WRITE...THAT'S IT.
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