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Slow death is what I write with,poison is my inkand pain is the parchment that holds my thoughts
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Once upon a time, there lived a princess by the name of Isabella who was, at the time six. Isabella had long brown curls, large emerald orbs, and porc..
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My dear Teru-Teru BozuHanging up on a window.You have a head of tissues,And eyes of Sharpie.You look like you're hanging,And others mightmistakeyou fo..
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There is a forest of hands,It moves and is never the same,I went there in my dreams.The lakes were hands,The trees were hands,The animals were hands,A..
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A pokemon that is based off of my friend
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A story about people that wake up in a dollhouse. :)
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Little Sally is woken every night by something that she does not know of. But it always comes at 3am...
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