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                      When it feels like I’ve lost it all… I lose  m o r e.

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you’re the sunset,baby

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“Just because the past was awful doesn’t mean the future has to be.” c:

This place was terrifying. It was endless hallways and constant yelling. Part of Alexander wondered if it was even worse than home. It was still lonely, but there were always people around. They were always told that they belonged here, that is a place that will help. Yet, they always felt out of place. The others were, well, insane, as you’d expect in an asylum like this. It had been less than a moth, and the story of a ‘God’ called Walrider had been told to him on repeat so many times by now. It was insane, tales of a supernatural being strong enough to destroy anything in its path.

“But what if the future is just as terrifying?” They didn’t look at the kind nurse sat on their left, only staring at the wall. The bandages covering half of their face was the result of a fall after seeing the engine for the first time. It still hurt, it had been hours since it happened, but the static was still there like a migraine that would never go away. 

“I feel like I’m going to go insane.” They muttered quietly, beginning to pick at the bandages wrapped around their palms. Beth was the only person grounding them right now, having been trusted enough after patching up the deep cut across their face to spill the long story of their life prior to coming here. Which, admittedly, wasn’t the nicest story to be told on your average work day by a patient inside a mental asylum.

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doll house

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Remember how       there’s nothing good that lasts forever

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“Would you let me touch you? Please?”

A frown and a step back were his initial answer. Shaking, bloodstained hands kept close to them in a protective manner. The new roughness of this place had caused a fall, the old scars on their palms having been split open and staining the already placed bandages in fresh blood. This place was still new. Too new and unfamiliar. It wasn’t home, yet home was debatable. The buzzing static from those tapes had scared him into refusing to speak to anyone, only replying with nods and shakes of the head. 

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                                                         Smiles like an angel                                         But their laughter is filled with a sad story

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Dollhouse Room.

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soap // crybaby // melanie martinez