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...
Like a brave heart, play the role. Like a brave heart, play the role.
When will you come back home, daddy, your little princess awaits… When will you come back home, daddy, your little princess awaits…
Then, I was left to be with myself again. Then, I was left to be with myself again.
Cabin... Cabin...
When your sword meets with the sword. When your sword meets with the sword.
Now I see, it was a girl without a face came to kill me... Now I see, it was a girl without a face came to kill me...
While I am in the room, far away from Neptune, somewhere they can't know for the upcoming years. While I am in the room, far away from Neptune, somewhere they can't know for the...
That day, I was constantly swaying amid good and bad spirits fighting for me in my presence. That day, I was constantly swaying amid good and bad spirits fighting for me in ...
She is the most romantic girl, in the writer's group, She is the most romantic girl, in the writer's group,
Red brick houses lie in wait. Waiting; watching; crouching; Red brick houses lie in wait. Waiting; watching; crouching;
I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my dream looked exactl... I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my...
Lulled by a lullaby of a soul dark and deep — I fell asleep. Lulled by a lullaby of a soul dark and deep — I fell asleep.
It was a journey fulfilling? It was a journey fulfilling?
And suddenly two fingers pierced inside my eyes, My bloodshed eyes filled with tears but it was ful... And suddenly two fingers pierced inside my eyes, My bloodshed eyes filled with ...
The poem describes the dark and horror night. The poem describes the dark and horror night.
And without you, life would be meaningless. And without you, life would be meaningless.
For, if you are close enough, you are fated to meet. For, if you are close enough, you are fated to meet.
There was an old and decript bunglow, Near the old water tank, There was an old and decript bunglow, Near the old water tank,
I still am screaming here please save meee or become the twelfth indeed. I still am screaming here please save meee or become the twelfth indeed.
I hid in my lonely storeroom And felt something on my side. I hid in my lonely storeroom And felt something on my side.
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