Pretend that you can't see me,
Pretend that it's all alright.
Because one day you'll be dead,
And your head will rest in the walls,
In the walls of this house,
And when that days comes,
You will finally look at me,
And you will finally understand
That I was always real,
And you were just pretending.
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
