Terror tales at 11pm
"Father, father, can we go this way?"
And the old man replied with "no way."
But the child wouldn't listen, she had to go
She just didn't know what was behind that road.
There was a rather old man,
With big suffucating hands,
He shouldn't be bothered,
And Victor he was called.
"Pathetic brat, why are you here?
I have told you kids, don't come even near!"
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but i miss ya. i wake up thinking 'bout you, wondering why u'r so cold and so distant. and i go to bed thinking 'bout you, too, wondering why you don't show up.
did i do something to you? did i hurt you?
i don't know why i'm here, writing in you LJ. i could send you an email, but... i don't know.
it's not making sense.
miss you so much. love you so much.
xxx
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