HalfMeltedCrayons

• Last seen on Sep 10 9:08 PM. Member since March 21.
• When I'm not writing, I'm eating syrup.
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My Stories

• It [my dream]

  A Dream: I could hear the grinding of bone against bone and the soft rubbing of dry muscle and tendons snapping.

  1100 words, 4 comments, April 8. In Dark, Death, Depression, Horror, Pain, Personal, Short story

My other items

• [ He's not generally a bad guy. ] at allpoetry
  the crapped part is that he's overly cruel to you just because he can
• I am.... fucked over at allpoetry
  I hurt
  and you hurt me
• "You have eyes that lead me on" at allpoetry
  Love is merely a chemical addiction

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