

Hall of PortraitsTwas midnight when she heard a screech, It resonating through the house And for her flashlight she would reach And tiptoe like a mouseHall of Portraits
The rooms were dark and icy cold The floorboards old and loud And shaking, with the flashlight hold Fear covered, like a shroud
She came across a wooden door She hadnt ever seen And as fear consumed more and more Her sense came to be keen
She turned the doorknob anxiously And found, lurking behind A hallway, far as she could see Thoughts flooding in her mind
The walls were lin
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Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are - Kurt Cobain
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Ah! Hit! Right in the Romy! My one weakness! x.x
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THIS...IS...CAKETOWNNNN!
I haven't been able to lately >.<
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Fun, fun, this circus is fun~
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THIS...IS...CAKETOWNNNN!
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THIS...IS...CAKETOWNNNN!
Vocaloids rock! ;D
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Things that I draw/will draw!
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And I have a slash pairing for each and every one of them!
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THIS...IS...CAKETOWNNNN!
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If you are conscious of the fact that you are having a dream, and you can actually say that this is just a dream, then can you really be sure its even a dream at all?
>w<
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Fun, fun, this circus is fun~
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