MonstersHe's sitting still, staring at the wall just like so many times before. Hours. Days. Weeks. It doesn't matter anymore. His eyes are glassy, he's not really there. With the ghosts of his mind he's dancing in the darkness. All of the memories are like poison in his veins, bringing the past closer than the present can ever be. Nightmares used to haunt him every single night for years and years. But then he realized he's better off with his memories, glimpses of the past, images of what used to be. Present gave him nothing but misery as the days went by.Monsters
But he had already changed every
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why on earth sign?
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So many faces
So many stories
But none of them quite like mine
We are individuals
STUART IS THAT YOU?
it's joanna btw
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the brown one in case you couldn't figure it out.
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don't you hate it when you see someone waving at you and then you wave back, only to realise they were waving at someone behind you.
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98% of all teenagers are bad at math. If you're one of the 5% who are good at it, paste this into your signature.
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smil til ditt blitzregn baby.
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