You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
when the limit is pushed
Sunday, January 2, 2011 / 11:57 AM


her hair turned white, her face sunken in. her teeth becomes jagged and wrinkles dominate her youthful skin. what was a beautiful little girl became something so horrible, so distorted, it wasnt a girl anymore. her doll she squeezed till its buttons pop out. a blood curdling scream filled the room, wait, thats your own scream. she continues to claw against the window, trying to get to you. you jump out of bed, open the door to see her there with her doll. she laughs as youretreat to your desk. you turn to the mirror and notice your face turning into something like hers. desperation suffocates you as you try to screamfor help. your hand goes to your throat as you try to breath. she comes in slowly and walks over to you, forcing you to look at her. you thrash and kick and scream and punch. but nothing happens to her. she grabs your shoulders and pin you to the wall. blood drawing from your shoulders. this time she's got you. screaming over and over, thrashing your arms and legs in full desperation for air and trying to get away. she suffocates the life out of you. your lungs threatening to burst.



its when no one believes in you anymore. and you start to not believe in yourself too... after the playbacks of unwanted memories ...



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