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There are good reminders,
like reminders for your mom's birthday,
or your little sister's party,
or just some random happy memory,
that crops up every once in a while.
But then there are the other reminders,
the ones that haunt you when you sleep,
and steal your breath and make you scream,
the ones that claw at your throat and eyes,
and make you realize,
things that you never wanted to know,
from your personality flaws,
to the things you shouldn't think of,
or speak of until it's too late,
and you mess everything up,
again and again,
until the reminder subsides and,
you're left hollow once more.
like reminders for your mom's birthday,
or your little sister's party,
or just some random happy memory,
that crops up every once in a while.
But then there are the other reminders,
the ones that haunt you when you sleep,
and steal your breath and make you scream,
the ones that claw at your throat and eyes,
and make you realize,
things that you never wanted to know,
from your personality flaws,
to the things you shouldn't think of,
or speak of until it's too late,
and you mess everything up,
again and again,
until the reminder subsides and,
you're left hollow once more.
Literature
Hidden
On the outside you see a happy smiling face,
On the inside I'm a shell.
A shell I once was.
People try to make me normal,
but don't you see?
It can never be.
Normal is an illusion, based off our society's expectations.
Nobody is normal,
We all have our own struggles, our own demons.
Hidden deep beneath us,
Some hide it well.
Some don't hide it at all.
Rather than fight about our differences, we should come together as a community.
As a whole, find a common denominator Among Us.
Respect each other, love each other.
We only have one life,
why waste it with hate?
Literature
Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal
The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked
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The Tea Room
All mishaps begin with a simple choice. The choice doesn't always directly follow with consequence, however the stage has been set. And once on stage, one can either fumble through their lines, or they can follow them with pride towards their unavoidably fatal end.
This choice was made entirely by accident.
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I sat in her bedroom. I was more scared of her than she was of me. She looked at me shyly. She was sweet, humble and not least of all adorable. I broke her heart; all for the girl on the phone. 'Will he join us?', her friend best friend asked over the
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