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A Chapter by Chris
He knew he was in there. He had seen him turn into the art
room, his gait firm with his hands clasping his backpack straps, as if he knew
who he was..
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I was sleeping when it happened--It came bursting through the windowAnd startled me awake, the signOf my tormentor’s presence.I leapt from my be..
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For a while I’ve existed inside my own four walls,Carrying this weight of solitude like a boulder,My only contacts living more than a stone&rsqu..
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I grasp this dandelion in my hands and hold it closeAs I travel down the path that stretches to the horizon.The shadow waltzes around the sundial,And ..
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I want to cut out this blasted heartAnd throw it to the vultures.I yearn for a day when I don’t spend my timeHearing your voice in my head,Pictu..
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I am a prison with the wallsClosed tightly, my barbs brandishedTo ward off friend and foe,To confine this scarred and starved vagrant.But the song of ..
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Tonight, I look forward to the embrace of my dreamsWhere you exist in cloudy clarity, but to this weeping heartYou are vivid. I can hold your guiding ..
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I plunge myself into this white spaceWhere my heart can escape its cage,The blankness is my friend,The one who listens without judgment.I purge myself..
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I knock down my wallsTo build them back up again,Each recreation cracked and crateredSo that you slip through,And I’m back to ground zero.This i..
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