You see me standing but I'm dieing on the floor. Stone cold, stone cold, maybe if I don't cry I won't feel anymore. Stone cold baby! God knows I tried to feel, happy for you! Know that am! Even if I can't understand, I'll take the pain! Give me the trut-.
I cut off the alarm on my phone. Yawning and stretching I stand up grabbing everything from off the couch. Making my way up the stairs to my bedroom. Peeking into my moms room to see her past out in bed naked. I sign as I keep on towards my room.
Walking in I set my teddy on my desk side, then walk over to my bed and start making up my bed, which takes no more than two minutes. Going over to my lavender dresser, I grabbed a matching bra and underwear. I set them on the bed. Walking over to my closet I look for something to wear to work. Sense we didn't have a dress code I get to wear what ever I want.
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The Possessive Werebear
FantasyLayla Rea Merritt has had a terrible childhood sense she was four. Her dad left them for a striper when she was ten, and her mom became a drunk and abuser who came home with different men every other night; and left her alone for weeks on end. All...
