General … by CrimsonDream 3/17/2014 written by CrimsonDream 3/17/2014 A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained in red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl she was mommy’s little angel and daddy’a little girl brokennoteredyoung 0 comment 0 Email Related posts 1/25/2026 There’s Always Something 1/25/2026 We Are Depressed Because We Aren’t Getting What... 1/24/2026 I’m Losing My Will to Live 1/24/2026 Among the living 1/21/2026 Why no one has real friends anymore 1/21/2026 19 Weeks 1/20/2026 When you’re teetering on the edge 1/20/2026 Today 1/18/2026 Reality Checks 1/18/2026 Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.