Hell Is For Children

Hell Is For Children

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My friends call me RaRa By BadAssBarracuda Updated Dec 04, 2010

I was loosing hope fast and I knew it. The nightmares that I dreamt as a kid was nothing in compare to this. She was the ultimate black widow, gently brining her pray to her silken web before she turns on them and attacks. I’ve seen many people come and go, either dead or alive, but I am forever trapped in this cellar.I believed her wed of lies and then the black widow in her pounced and took my four hold. The thought made my stomach twist painstakingly.  I was alone. My lullabies were the constant screams of different girls being tortured. I guess I wasn’t really alone at being alone

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