My problem is, I don't know if it was a lucid dream (a dream that seems extremely real)
Or if it was something paranormal.
I'm at my step-grandmother's house, so I don't know of this houses history.
There is a picture of her sister's dead daughter in this room that makes me uncomfortable...
Anyone have advice? It'd be nice.









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Please, seek me out here -- ~nikkithebee
Z DeMarco (the Z Wolf)
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The Z Wolf.
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I loved the play. You were awesome! I loved your death (not in a mean way). I loved the "miraculous recovery" you had as you stood up and walked off the stage... and your "I'm not dead" line during casting call.
Well, see you at school!
Your "niece",
~Kaja
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"Love is the slowest form of suicide."
"Sometimes people run away just to see who cares enough to follow."
"Love is only a chapter in a guy's life, but to a girl it's the whole book."
"I guess I'm a fool for thinking that you're thinking of me."
can you guess who this is?
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No words rhyme with orange, purple, or silver. In this language. ^_^
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I finally got my deviantART profile to work. Yay!
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"He looks at me like he's the spoon and I'm the dish of ice cream."
(props to you if you know what movie this quote's from)
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so I was reading one of your things about the girl and the boy who's parents start dating and they don't find out til their parents decide to get engaged. It was pretty funny, but I find it hard to believe that the two parents had never met before if their children had been dating for two years. That's a little odd.
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"He looks at me like he's the spoon and I'm the dish of ice cream."
(props to you if you know what movie this quote's from)
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