Why don't you speak? You scringe at the sight, and crawl hopelessly away. She grins just a bit and lets out a demented laugh. One, two, three, and I count the tears that fall onto the floor from your face. I stare at them on the floor, and I slowly look back up to your face. The shock on my face quickly turns into a determined fierceness. You glare at me hopelessly even though you don't have a reason. Your just pleading for someone to save you, and speak for you.
-from my dream/nightmare
P.S I never mentiontioned but, at the end of some paragraphs I've written from my dream/nightmare, that's kind of like a signature, telling a story. I don't know why I put that, I just think it fits perfectly.
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