wave of cold blankets me chilling my desire hate the right hate the wrong float above the middle path choose a lover from the scorned and broken pick a fight with the elite class the richest man the ruler of my nightmare
I can tell by the warmth on my face that it’s morning. Or daylight, at least. I try to snuggle deeper into my pillow but my body is screaming at me to wake up. Slowly, I lift my eyelids – – and howl with injury as the sunlight scalds...
Now I’m annoyed. I hate the dark. I hate not being able to see further than my own nose. I hate that what is supposed to be my dream house is a field of rancid nightmares. I hate that my father is tricky, lying, trickstering liar. And most of...
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