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I'm tired But I can't sleep My mind won't calm down before it has it's opinion heard My stomach hurts but not in that way I'm thirsty but the hallway is too dark to venture and the creaking of the floorboards isn't helping the goose bumps on my forearms disappear and the sounds of owls outside my window is borderline beautiful This city is filled with owls and it's songs remember the fonder times Back when the ocean was a step away and nights with him lasted a while But I left him, and this harbor town, alone and set out for my responsible goals I moved to the city While one by one my comrades became memories Like death, their go

I can't help but think back back to the oak tree back to the night right before i left when you told me you loved me Back to how it made me feel when you said you would give me the world and the stars even the moon How you wanted to capture the tears and every bad memory and put them in a jar and hide them from me so I wouldn't have them any more So I wouldn't have to remember them I turned to you and simply stated "If you took my tears and my memories then I would have nothing to correct me nothing to prove me wrong when I'm in doubt." "Nothing there to keep my heart from breaking nothing to let me know it will be alr

Sweet little Alice Such a doll Would stay all day in the early fall Starring at trees Questions what she sees They all tell her its make believe She told her daddy and he wasn't happy he thought it was more then childish play He sent her away where the days are the same Where sane is just your point of view and no one knows you there too What was little Alice to do? They shaved her bald and no one call She danced in the sun and slept with the moon as they kept her in her white cocoon One of the workers promised not to hurt her but to keep her as safe as can be James came to town and turned that around on the night of Halloween

I heard gun shots from down stairs, the explosion of a bullet, and the tail end of my mother's scream. The noise woke me up. I climbed out of bed and stood at the top of the stairs that led down to the front door. At the bottom there was a trail of blood leading away from the foyer. “Mommy? Daddy?” I called from the bottom of the steps. I felt sick to my stomach from the smell of blood, but I still followed the trail and found my dad in the kitchen. "Bella!" My dad gasped. He was standing next to my mother's corpse, pointing his gun at a strongly built man, covered in black who was doing the same to my father. "Run out of the hous