

the door3 A.M.the door
I wake up disturbed by this uproar of rumbling and shaking of my house due to a storm. I rise disoriented and sloth-like due to such an abrupt interruption of sleep. I lift my self to a prone sitting position with my knees up and my elbows sitting on them.
“1...2...3,” I speak to myself as I delicately open my heavy lids to see my bedroom engulfed in flames.
2 A.M. I wake up gasping for air, drenched in a cold sweat. My palms are shaking due to the utter horror that just occurred in my mind. I soon realize that it is only 2 A.M. I sit up and then stand up and begin to walk to my kitchen for
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f' yo' couch.
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Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
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Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
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-mrshll
i missed you!
hi
how goes it?
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BLATION.
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but yeah, i likes teh deviant art.
Now make some happy art you emo asshole.
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