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You would think getting used to something would be easy; but when the slightest thing goes wrong, you slip right back into the cracks. That's when you take a good look deep inside yourself and say: "Fuck you. Fuck this…

What a joke...

Existence is like a roll of film. In order for it to make sense, a roll of film needs a camera. Life is the camera to existence; And you take the pictures.

As they take me to the gallows My final moments seem so hollow. I see daylight for my last time. The last sound I hear is the church bell chime. I look into the hangman's eyes. A man so rough, indeed, does cry. My final breath, I shed no tear. I'll die with honor And not with fear. The crowd is silent; The wind blows cold. My life was lived And now my story must be told.

A man sits alone in a field Wishing for sunshine Black storm clouds consume the sky The man smiles

Behind her the noise escalated. A loud crash, as if a window breaking, echoed through the dark hallway. She knew there was little time, so she had to act fast. She opened a nearby closet and started searching for something, but she didn't know what. Loud, slow thuds began moving across a room, so she searched faster. "I suppose this will have to do" she thought out loud, holding a broom stick. As soon as she closed the closet door, a bedroom door down the hall flew off and slammed against the wall. She stared down the dark and silent hall, which seemed more like jumping into a black hole. She held the broom stick with a violent grip. Slowly e