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Where the lonely ones roam (Part 2)'Now that you are here,
The games start is drawing near.
Look to the front door,
did you notice it before?'
If I wasn’t freaked out before I was now. I already knew that we were in trouble, but I didn’t realize just how much trouble we were actually in until now. Giving each other a fearful look we headed towards the front door with hesitant steps. Waiting for us on the carpet in front of the door was a single white note folded in half. Written in the same blood red color as the previous message was a lone sentence:
'You should have told me you wanted to play.'
Roam with me, come down to where all of the others fell.
Get lost in the dark to find yourself.
Just remember what I said, no it isn’t over yet.
This is bad, very, very, bad. Not only are we trapped in a mansion in th
Open your eyesOpen your eyes
I’m bounded by lies
Once again I try to sever these ties
Again and again and again
Open your eyes
Can’t you see me standing here
Imprisoned by my own fear
In this blackened night
I leave behind all hope of light
Open your eyes
In the shadows embrace
Do I finally find my place
Stifling desperate cries
I fight through your lies
Open your eyes
The pages turn, our story ends
A single smile, my final words
I’m sorry, I lied to you as well
Ending as my final farewell.
Where the lonely ones roam (Part 1) I never was what you could call a sociable person. Never have been, never will be. I'm one of those people who would be perfectly content and happy to stay away from the spotlight and drama, fading into the background with little to no friends what so ever. Don't get me wrong, having friends is nice I just... never really cared if I had any seeing as I'm so independent and know how to take care of myself unlike most. Luckily for me I do have a close circle of friends, the kind of friends that have your back no matter what. We're an odd bunch that's for sure but we manage to get along just fine most of the time (with the occasional spat here and there). And if you can believe it my best and closest friend happens to be the most outgoing, loud and trouble making person I met. It baffles me to no end sometime as to how we managed to stay friends for as long as we have, especially when he decides drag me on one of his crazy escapades. He never did consider the possibili
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