Sanjana Sunilkumar
Horror Crime Thriller
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here comes Ra...
I am more
Fighting For ...
Many more blu...
Not another C...
The dirty dru...
The psycho si...
At shore side end right at the tip of a craggy hill Stood a house haunted and grim At shore side end right at the tip of a craggy hill Stood a house haunted and...
War is won War is won
Her fear was already gone Her fear was already gone
Its a girl addressing someone who had gifted her pain.... Its a girl addressing someone who had gifted her pain....
No crime is so heinous than rape.. No crime is so heinous than rape..
Suppression is a response Suppression is a response
I wasted my life I wasted my life
Death is the freedom to please Death is the freedom to please
She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape
The souls of the dead would knock on our door. The souls of the dead would knock on our door.
Life after death, Could it be true? Not in my wildest dreams, Till I felt the cold touch, Of a dead ... Life after death, Could it be true? Not in my wildest dreams, Till I felt the co...
She cried herself to sleep some nights. She hid her tears behind a broad glued smile as the night di... She cried herself to sleep some nights. She hid her tears behind a broad glued s...
The last few brain cells The last few brain cells
Life was joyful and often tough But she dazzled like sunshine, yet happy and merry Life was joyful and often tough But she dazzled like sunshine, yet happy and mer...
With his power unknown Hiding was a vampire in robes. With his power unknown Hiding was a vampire in robes.
But this time I felt not a thing for, since the moment I claimed my fate to be my nemesis, But this time I felt not a thing for, since the moment I claimed my fate to be m...
Of blood, bones, and muscle Of blood, bones, and muscle
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious vol... Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a qu...
Last night the Moon, Slid down the boughs of Last night the Moon, Slid down the boughs of
The mirror hates him The mirror hates him
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