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Do Not OpenSometimes I wish that I could just cry and drown my eyes but unfortunately all of me inside is dried and ruined and shriviled up in the sunDo Not Open
Every tear that could be shed would be a beautiful blue I could dedicate and name the color after you but right now my blood is too restricted to run
The things you say are jumbled words that don't make sense anymore I scribble them down on the back of my faded bedroom door and from the other side they seem to be so clear and bright Butterflies pinned down under glass have more freedom than I because at least at one point they could
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Golden Town Chapter 1. From the small house on Weave Street came some soft acoustic music, and quiet singing. People were attracted to the sound and often sat on the black metal bench on the curb (where the old bus stop used to be) outside the small house to listen. Not many people ever saw the inside of the house, but the outside was what they remembered best. The outside of the small, one story home was white brick and beautifully antiqued by time and weatGolden Town
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The Suicide ForestTap….tap….tap….that is the sound I am accustomed to. Tap…tap….tap…a sound not familiar to my art…my form of self expression. The clicks of the keyboard do not have the same soul as the scratches on the paper from the pencil or plume, the soul in writing I longed for. Sitting here in my library surrounded by old and new books on all sides made me begin to think about what I would write next; and with what. The room was dark but the light from the computer screen illuminated it with a faintly antiseptic glow, like that in a hospital. It feels so alien. &nbThe Suicide Forest
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Lawson and the PierLawson awoke face-up on a short wooden pier that was hot from the noon sun and surrounded by an endless murky-looking ocean on all sides. Lawson looked directly at the sky and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. He didn’t see any birds nor did he hear them, there were no clouds and no wind; just endless blue sky and the incessant hot sun. He sat up and walked from end to end of the short pier, (only about fifteen feet long and about five feet wide), he kneeled and looked down underneath it, and the water was about four feet away from overflowing onto the pier boards. Lawson saw some muck, seaweed and barnacles growing on the olLawson and the Pier
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