Warning: This poem is dark.
Choked by your love.
You had nothing to gain.
And I was killed by your pain.
Spring is dead. But what was Winter really feeling? Chap:- 3 (meeting my stalker) ((MY POV))
Part 2 of my collab with @qimagine <3 This is my story of the darkness. But tread with care, young one, for it is a tale full of horrifying and shocking things. Keep your lights on, and your family close.
(P.S. Beware all readers of the ... Chap:- 2(getting kidnapped) I rolled over on the cold cemented floor. I was confused and shot up in a sitting position groaning in pain as my head hurt.
CHAP:-5 (alberto pietro) "Well, what do we have here?" a voice called behind us and both of our heads snapped towards the voice.
Obviously Stan was tying not to say this faire friends name
Obviously, he failed
Stans partner was named Fred CHAP:- 1 (MY ABNORAML LIFE...) ((My Pov))
CHAP :- 4 (MEETING MR.PIETRO) "Mr. Pietro" I finally mustered the courage to say .
damn it's getting real now yall He saw. He planned. He pounced. My take on Greed. My experience's have manifested this piece. I hope you enjoy I bet you wouldn’t even care. Just a short bit on a little taxi drive. part 2 coming soon! and sry for the bloody knife on the first slide i should blur that out am i free yet? you will see in part 7 stay tuned! "Why am I still alive?" That is a question I ended up asking myself regularly.
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