

A Mother And Her ChildA mother and her childA Mother And Her Child
What do you think when youre asked about the relationship of a mother and her child? Do you think of two happy people, living side by side, in a loving relationship? Do you assume that all is okay, and that life is a luxury cruise? Well Im sorry to disappoint
My mother and I, we live together, we breathe together, we are together, yet we couldnt be further apart; I do, she doesnt, I like, she dislikes, I love, she hates. I cannot bear it; she is closed, she is right, she is ALWAYS right. I cannot have a life, I must live in a psychotic world, segregated from the tr
Moi.

NightmareA darkened room. The pungent smell of rotting flesh mixed with a hint of old, musty floorboards pervades through the already thin and claustrophobic air. The door is locked; there is no way out. I turn my head to examine the room; there is old wall paper falling off the walls, some parts look almost like theyve been ripped off by an angry fellow.Nightmare
Suddenly, someone appears. Theyre wearing a black mask, obviously theyre too coward to show their real identity. It doesnt speak, it just stands there considering. A black and purple light emits from next to him, a girl appears. Bound by ropes and unconsciou
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&& you will all point up at the sky as I fly right through the air =]
nice deviantart
can you add like mates on this?
x
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{Your love is my heart disease.}
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