Thursday, November 11

It got caught up with the candle.

Something must have been crawling up my brain. It keeps me awake every hour.
By now i am awake and it still crawls. I turn right,i smells the messenger of death.i turn left,i got stab by the halo.i turn down,i cramp up my nose.i turn up,i got it all! Fak.
At a tik,the sounds of the paws outside the window really take an interest. Still, i am frozen,still. Yawwwnnn!
Inside moments,i really want to run from it. All i can do,think,thoughts,remember,wanted or anything that relates was my dor.my master piece of art. And the alarm went buzz buzz buzz at 8:30a.m. Friday the 12th.

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