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Where it are dear and marine cupboard, bow before the loafing frown. Let seizing your bird and eagle, take question from your crown. Where it are dear and marine cupboard, the answer from book and word, no answer from beat and brain. Let seizing your crown and wing, give whole to and slave. Where it are dear and marine cupboard, eyes be deception and lies of joy. Let seizing truth and ecstasy, prevent for uproar, shame, coy. Where it are dear and marine cupboard, adore cage for your royalty. Let seizing the beat for loyalty, grant lies of wisdom and tales of deception, immunity from scrutiny and deep perception.

I have been one acquainted with the people. I have walked out in the fury of the crowd. I have seen the blurry masses gather. I have seen them do the darkest deeds. I have seen them change when they're alone And shook my head in saddest disappointment. I have known the decisions that they make When people gather and blindly believe the fake And their thoughts begin to blend in one Not in constructive well thought out thoughts Or rational logical well-mannered way But an irrational, illogical hurried blurry haze. When rational thought becomes a mere fable I have been one acquainted with the people.

I understand now, I don't matter. I was so selfish. My destiny is to simply stand by her... forever. She is all that matters, she is the only thing in this world, worth saving. Bring comfort, and wisdom, take nothing, ask for nothing, Give everything. My hand may remain cold, so long as yours is warm. Whenever you are broken, I will try to fix you. Whenever you are sad, I will take your sorrow. Be happy. For I love your life.

I will never leave your side. The world could end, and all may leave... but I will never go. You may feel alone, but I will be behind you. Credit deserved may never be mine, but I will always save you. I will protect you with my life, and give it in a heart beat, to know that you live on. You may feel lost, and all is gone, but I will light the path, and lead my dear to safety. I could die... and you'd never have to know, as long as you survived.

There be the forbidden fruit, 'Tis guarded by my allies. Reason to the wind, have it is what I must. It could break my lasting life, but it looks so tender sweet. Why is it forbidden? or is it actually so? No one has told me not to, no one but my mind... There be the forbidden fruit, have it is what I will.

What is freedom? Is money freedom? Is unemployment freedom? I have heard them both... and if they are both true, the average person can never be free. Bound by the lack of money, and therefore, to their career. Then again... there are freedoms, other than that of the physical realm. There is the freedom of thought, and though many are bound by propogandas of old, tought from young what to believe, unable to realize the lies of their inherent community, I strive to break free of them. To seek out every dark corner, expose them to the light of truth, so it's reflection can touch the eyes of bewildered children, and give them

The loneliest of all is not isolated physically, for there is always a chance that someone may come along, that someone may find you... hope resides. But when you know not one person understands you, that is true loneliness. When no one understands you, you are infinitely lonely, for you know that no one ever will. Isolation mentally, spiritually.. emotionally... never ends. No machine can take this away, there is no telephone for spirit, no T.V. for the mind. To be surrounded by fools, is to be the last man on earth. It is as a normal person feels, when surrounded by insects, with no one in sight, no one for miles. Yo

Running in bewilderment, I don't understand what's going on. I see a plane flying towards a skyscraper on T.V., but what is happening? Is this for real? It seems so far away, I guess it is on the other side of the world. Unbelievable, all of those people, gone... Why don't I feel anything? Why do I feel empty, has the fact actually hit me yet? Of-course it has, but still.. I feel nothing... No sadness, no grief, I cannot mourn their deaths. Am I human? Do I understand life and death? Others around me avert their eyes, and cry, and scream, and cling to eachother in terror. Is there something I am not being told? Have

You have parted with the suitor? I know I should be rejoicing, but all I feel is fear. Fear that I will be too late. Fear that you may find another before I come to you. My plan was flawed, I thought when you left the suitor, that would be the end of my struggles, but I must still wait a little while longer, before I can kiss you. Please, wait for me, I cannot reach you now, but in time, I know I will. Wait for me. My plan was flawed.

Your absence has returned, and so has the pain. But when great pleasure has been experienced, the pain is much more painful. Then again, I understand that it may be good for me, good for me to experience your absence again, so your presence is greater in contrast. But how long can this last? Is it deliberate? Am I ignored? Avoided? How have I deserved this? Have I committed some crime? Have I made a terrible fallacy? If I have, please, forgive me. I did not know.

Outside, I hear the deafening white noise that is my vast family.  In my spaghetti strap tank top and soft flannel pajama pants, I quietly creep down the cold, white tiled hallway, down to the last door. I open it, step over the cherry wood paneled threshold, and close it silently and quickly, hoping to neither be seen nor heard. I turn around, and the sight of my beautiful refuge touches me like a kiss on each eye.  I am slowly wrapped in a scent of incense, candles, and Hot Topic perfume. The first thing is see is my bed, swathed in a multicolored, squishy comforter and covered in stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes. Next to my bed are