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'untitled'screaming crying tossing turning waking'untitled'
she looks around realises it was a memory that it isnt real
she is crying she feels weak she reaches for them but cant quite reach
she is too weak to afraid to move and yet the urges conrol her
she grabs them takes one out and turns it over looking at it
it doesnt seem real to her she cant believe she wants to do this that this is the way that she copes with the things that life throws at her
she calls someone but


SecretsSecretsSecrets
Everyone has a secret Can I tell you one of mine? I think you know already But it doesn't hurt to tell you again You don't need to listen You haven't in the past
Ready for a secret? Come here and listen carefully First, before I tell you Do you promise you won't judge? Promise you won't tell me That what I do is wrong?
Ok, I don't care if you promise Or if you don't Here are some of my secrets
Secret 1: I cry almost everyday At least once Usually more often Often for no real reason
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I would love to live inside a rainbow.
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You want eternal rest? I got it right here!
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