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frightened i may never be able to sleep peacefully again.
i was soaring, running from a lovers father. i completely insisted on going back, and back. there was no way to completely escape him without doing the most daring, which i did. heaps of black magic was used not only by the father but his cronies as well. i would hide out in the tops of trees around the neighborhood. when i said to myself "YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT" i flew higher and higher up off the pavement completely fearing the older men. i never wanted to be tortured, killed, or taken away from the person that i'd loved for so long. i'd sneak into the house and try not to be seen. see, the only way out of that maze of a neighborhood was through that person's front door which was guarded heavily by the family. finally i met with that person in secret in the laundry room while the father was running them a bath and told them frantically what was happening and that there was no way out. they helped me escape and said to meet them on elm street in two days because they had planned on leaving with me. i was ecstatic and terror-stricken at the same time. cops were everywhere, but not your regulars. these were involved with black magic as well. same cronies. the ending was near and my love was in a housevan with another love and it was dissapointing none the less, but i was escaping that heinous everything in the past. they were bringing me home.
now to brew some coffee, give into my nicotine craving, and shake off this gutless feeling.
i was soaring, running from a lovers father. i completely insisted on going back, and back. there was no way to completely escape him without doing the most daring, which i did. heaps of black magic was used not only by the father but his cronies as well. i would hide out in the tops of trees around the neighborhood. when i said to myself "YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT" i flew higher and higher up off the pavement completely fearing the older men. i never wanted to be tortured, killed, or taken away from the person that i'd loved for so long. i'd sneak into the house and try not to be seen. see, the only way out of that maze of a neighborhood was through that person's front door which was guarded heavily by the family. finally i met with that person in secret in the laundry room while the father was running them a bath and told them frantically what was happening and that there was no way out. they helped me escape and said to meet them on elm street in two days because they had planned on leaving with me. i was ecstatic and terror-stricken at the same time. cops were everywhere, but not your regulars. these were involved with black magic as well. same cronies. the ending was near and my love was in a housevan with another love and it was dissapointing none the less, but i was escaping that heinous everything in the past. they were bringing me home.
now to brew some coffee, give into my nicotine craving, and shake off this gutless feeling.