Don't goMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after roses because you'll only end up with a lily in your hand." I never quite understood his advice until one Valentine's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Niki. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was accidental and spooky sounds came from deep within. Niki saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Foreign VoiceI haven't talked in such a long time. I had spent many days silent. I have wanted to say something but was lost at words. Words couldn't express how I felt. I was just a used up crayon in an unfamiliar box. I was a dull color that just didn't fit in.However one day I was picked to color on a piece of paper and I had found the words that best expressed me. I spoke. My voice was quiet yet harsh. It cracked a few times. My mouth would go dry at the worst of times. Who knew a simple word would start it all? A single word became words, and words would form sentences. Sentences would create paragraphs. And the more I talked the more I realized th
waiting for youI won't talk.I hurt.I won't breathe.I bleed.I won't move.I won't leave.Until you finally see,"That you belong with me."
Its just a theory I have "We are born, then we live, we get sick and then we die.""That's depressing!""Well it's true! It's the cycle that usually every being on earth has to deal with.""But what about those who die in accidents, they don't fit in the cycle, do they? You know some of them are still young and healthy!""Those are man-made deaths! They do not count.""Man-made deaths?""Yes. People create things that could be used to kill others! Give me five minutes and I could kill you with a Styrofoam cup!""You would kill me with a Styrofoam cup?""No, but if that is all I had and you needed to die, then I guess I would!"Well what about animals?""Wh
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