More Morbid Short Stories Without LJ cuts and long headlines to piss off people and make you sick
They looked at me like I was crazy when I told them what I'd been longing to for years. Faces of incredulous sorrow stared back at me. But for what were they sorry? It was my life to choose... Wasn't it? A little one stepped out of the crowd. He looked at me with little weyes, the windows of regret. Slowly, he began to sing to me, "Trapped in the
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