Пещера монстров

I kinda hate surprises not because of the surprise itself. because I always know when it's coming. I used to love them as a kid but now I feel like somehow I hate not to know things.

Позвольте мне быть собой

I know it's hard but where were you when I needed you

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So when will it be my turn ?

Are my eyes easy to forget ?

So we're just some bones called a skeleton dressed up in flesh, connected by blood ?

I kept pretending I was strong, hoping someone would see through the lie and save me, but no one ever did.

You're him, in a way