| Justin Strawser I was in Arby's yesterday...
Too bad you missed me... |
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| Late at night is when my demon strikes. It’s almost as if they darkness is its life giving force, it probably is. As I lay in my bed I can see its hand reach towards my smooth face. I can feel the cold of it trace my contours as it draws new lines of stress and pain upon my body. My muscles tense under its pressure and slowly it suffocates me. My brain whirls in thoughts that should not be there. All of the what ifs and doubts surface and I fear the choices that I’ve made. It as at this point that all of the other monsters follow seeing an easy target, they sweep low preparing to strike. I try to sink my mattress and thrust the pillows over my face for protection, but all effort is in vain because they still come. Bursting through the cotton they push into my pores and seep into my brain. Having infiltrated this hollow they wreak havoc and implant ideas that are painful. Doubt, misery, and fear of deception are among the strongest who take the lead. At this point I fall backwards into pain and finally I lurch into rest, a pity it is only sleep and not death because then at least I would be able to be free of this for forever. |
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| Those who speak of what they know often find too late that prudent silence has won...
I'm terribly sorry, but if you really want to know I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer... |
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| Some things stay hidden for a reason my dear companion. It is not against you that I with hold information, but against the world.
Fear not, in time you shall know me better than you can imagine.
[EDIT]
I've decided to post all the things I wrote during our PSSA testing.
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| What does one do with emotions aflutter? How do you put out a heart that has bit lit with flame?
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