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ButterflySlumped forms line the school walls, gargoyles with short tempers. Grave faces hiding a smile and whispering jokes as others pass.Butterfly
A caterpillar.
Stone is unmoved, but someone is gone. The wall feels empty since you have left.
Then a cocoon.
Now the gargoyles whisper about you. Others pass them, including yourself. You harshly whisper back. “Freak, they are so weird.”
True form emerging.
Different. You look alien to us. Now we don’t care your gone.
A butterfly. &nb


Puppet StringsPuppetPuppet Strings
Placid pain. Plastic placid pain. It haunts the vary core of my limbs. I cannot control it. Though I try.
A fake smile and a fake wave. My brittle wooden heart splinters. When my string withers. Will I cease to move?
Stage aglow, the lights blind me. Everything snaps. I fall.
The act is over.


Wish apon...Clouds shadowing the heavens of your eye, can you not see the hidden stars? What can you then wish for if, nothing is left to take. And even though the sky is black, try to hope with all your might. And then you wish apon a star.Wish apon...


Follow you...The quiltes on the bed rumple slightly as you turn toward the door. A thin ray of light streems from the hallway and over the wood.Follow you...
The clock on your bed side table reads 12:00pm.
Its not to late. You shift again in your bed, but jerk around as you hear a snapping noise.
The plug for the clock is out of its socket... the numbers go dark.
A violent shaking overtakes the cord and it whips around like a snake. Your dreaming. You have to be.
The bottle of asprin you had chugged down is thrown on the ground. The pills scatter slowly. Your clock is being dragged by somthing invi
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聲も出ないくらいに...そんな今に一人と氣付く
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