

Just a DreamI clenched my eyes as tight as I could and took three deep, telling myself that there was absolutely no possible way that that thing was really there. I slowly opened my eyes one at a time. The monster was gone, but I was still in a room made of flesh and bone. Tiny rivulets of blood ran down the walls. The floor, for lack of a better word, had a heart beat. This is not real, I told myself. Oh no, little human. This is very real. The slimy, slithering voice of the creature that could strike fear into the heart of Steven King came from behind me. My knees locked as I tried to convinceJust a Dream


IntuitionI can remember the person that changed how I thought, how my brain processed information, how I viewed the world. Her name was Cynthia Lückterig. If I could only pick one word to describe her, it would be interesting. But that doesnt even come close to explaining her.Intuition
Cynthia lived about one house down from me and across the street. She was the tiniest person you would ever meet, only two feet tall at the age of ten. Her hair was the color of sun dripped clouds and just as soft. Her eyes were a blue that saw to your soul. Yet it was her skin that was the most interesting. No matter how long she spent in the sun light,
Me
*hugz*
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Hiding my face in this crowd isn't too hard...
just till I see your face smiling at mine...
thats when I realize I am the only one...
around...
Funny how I never tell you how I feel till its the wrong time..
I love you...
you just don't see it any more..
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Really, it doesn't matter (
sorry i didnt state before, but it says my name on my profile
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Really, it doesn't matter (
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