Okay, so I'm uandishi a book on www.FanFiction.net, and it's about the Sookie Stackhouse Novels kwa Charlaine Harris, its a shabiki fiction, so I dont want to make publicity out of it, I just want ppl to read it, and tell me what they think!
So, if wewe have time on your hands, and wewe wanna read what I wrote (which has Wanyonya damu and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what wewe think in maoni if wewe have a shabiki fiction account, if not tell me what wewe think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good au not...thanks for kusoma this and hopefully u follow the link!
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So, if wewe have time on your hands, and wewe wanna read what I wrote (which has Wanyonya damu and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what wewe think in maoni if wewe have a shabiki fiction account, if not tell me what wewe think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good au not...thanks for kusoma this and hopefully u follow the link!
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im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell