Don't Tell Them Anything...Please
Description
I think I found Hell
I think I found something
I think I found out that I have nothing
I have nothing in this place for me.
I watched it all in my head, perfect sense
They'll take me from my bed
Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead.
Foreword
Mid-Night. Mid-Day. It doesn't matter when you're dead...or in the trunk of a Chevy Camaro.
He sought death on a queen-sized bed
And he had said, "Darling, your looks can kill,
So now you're dead."
This is a work of fiction i.e an idea (believe it or not) or fantasy purely of the author's mind, or as a partner in crime of mine might say; "Mind Palace".
Any relation to any other works of fiction or real life is coincidence and if it isn't then I must absolutely talk to you over tea. Boba, if you don't mind.
Secondly, this fic is 98% inspired by The Neighborhood. Who Knew I liked indie?
Also all my previous fics will be updated and by this time next year, I'll think about retiring.
Why am I even saying that? No one cares and I'm too hooked on AFF to let it go.
But seriously though.
Luv,
TheSparliestVampire
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