Fiction by censoredsanity

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The mood is neon purple and the time is oven-roasted. All thoughts have been donated to the cause of chaos, all that's left is a crippled husk of dead skin that clings to used bed sheets and week-old small talk for company. by censoredsanity
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Censoredsanity joined fictionthis on Monday 11th of August 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 1 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 90. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

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