Mia Lyttle Twysted isFunctionally Dysfunctional

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I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?

Mia Lyttle Twysted

Oct 23, 20242 min read

I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?

Without another word, Tiffany pulled out her earrings, handed them to Marge, and stuck Bill square in the face. Bill stumbled back onto the

Murder is not an option, so fantasy will have to do.

Mindy tossed and turned in her twin-size bed for the tenth night. What had started as a slight fever had unraveled into night terrors....

Tracing the scar around her left eye, Maggie sighed. It had been almost two years, and she still had not grown used to seeing it. She...

Without another word, Tiffany pulled out her earrings, handed them to Marge, and stuck Bill square in the face. Bill stumbled back onto the

"I don't like being forced to do things," they could hear their father's voice as they passed. "If you would have taken care of it in the t

Possessed by a strength she had never had, Megan squeezed her fingers tighter around Rick's neck. Rolling from the bed to the floor in an at

"Quick, act natural. You're flying the plan." Barry flicked off the autopilot, putting the aircraft in his co-pilot's hands. "Wait!...

Lifting his head, John coughed; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tyler and Matt, both men leaning forward, absent of vigor.

This pen is mighty Every discretion you've ever done Will be put in ink for all to see You have not heard the last from me Each sick...

Oh, Death oh Death I long for you That we may again have Our party for two

I prayed for death to come for me But a stranger it turned out to be It seemed death had also abandoned me I splashed water on my face As I

Am I tired of hanging on? Am I tired of giving it my all? Am I tired of the circus, circles, the merry-go-round?

Voice once silenced Voice now screams Screams to the loss Screams to the knowledge

Struggle, Thrashing, Damned shrill screams of Hell. In the cemetery, they beg for peace Savage, they spend their eternity

I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?