Screaming Behind the Walls I lay awake again, skin burning even though it's January...no, it's after midnight, it's February now. After midnight, and I'm awake again. I can't sleep with all the screaming. You see, there are always people screaming, screaming behind the walls. They are pounding, pounding furiously and their screams are frenzied; something is wrong again. I've told my mother again and again about them, but she just shrugs them off: "There are no people screaming behind your walls, Jennie. I would hear them." WhicScreaming Behind the Walls
Curiosity
Thing-itty-thing
Tired
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I am cute, in a bad-batch-of-LSD kind of way.
Can I have a free comission?
Check me out![link]
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"Mummy, I'm scared!!"
"Here's your teddy. Now go stand over in that dark corner and tell mummy if you see anything dead."
"TTATT"
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