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Can't help yourself..I never wanted this to happen to us.
It's slowly erasing our identities.
Could you find your heart buried in needles?
Lost in the woods, Rivers flow, minds blend
Can't help yourself...
Watched me crumble,
I wish I was a little stronger.
World Is A Nightmare.Once upon a time, night was a friendly place to be.
Darkness would cloak me, and help forget about the world as wrote.
And the silence that strung in the air was bearable.
The night used to be a place of safety, security.
Then it changed, turning bitter against.
Bringing out all my nightmares that 4a.m. knew.
The world no longer seems peaceful, felt like monster were linger in every shadow.
How do you sleep in a place you can only fear?
How do you release your secrets, when everyone has betrayed you?
How do I pick between dreams and reality right now?
They're both nightmares.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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