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Claustrophobia.Why oh why did they do this to me? How much did they want me gone? It hurts to think about it. It's not like I was a danger to anyone. Just because I couldn't remember a few things they locked me up inside this god forsaken cell. The padded walls are smothering me. I cannot breathe. Oh, god someone please set me free from his fabric world. I can't take it anymore. It is all around me. I cannot get out. I can't get free. I cannot get out. . . Cannot get out. I try to rip my way out, my nails tearing through the suffocation. I try to find the way out, but it is nowhere to be seen. Then they just come in and tie me up, to keep me tuck in my room of white for all time. I need to get out. I need to get free. My head is spinning. God someone help me!
Have you ever denied someone something? Withheld something from a person, that was pivotal to their very way of life? Decided that it thing was too great for that person? Like free will. Have you ever denied anyone the choice of what they were to do with themselves? Denied them their freedom, or even, their own sanity? Told others that you are unsafe, that you shouldn't be allowed your freedom? Called people come and get you, take you away, and throw you into a padded cell?
I was denied such things. Now I sit in a room of white, with only this pen and paper. . . Will I be denied this as well in the days to come?
As I Lay I My BedAs I lay in my bed,
And all around me there is night,
I stare into nothingness,
And hold my pillow tight.
I picture that you're in bed with me,
Your arms holding me close,
For I would not want another,
Because it's you I love the most.
But this image makes me sad,
Because it's not actually true,
And the pain hurts me from inside out,
Burning me through and through.
But I'll put up with the pain,
Because I truly do care,
For a world which does not hold you,
Is one that I truly could not bear.
Hush Little Children.Hush little children,
And turn off your light,
Don't worry about scary monsters,
And things that go bump in the night.
Hush little children,
There are no such things,
Of mutant human dogs,
And ugly blood draining beings.
Hush little children,
Put your fears to rest,
Im just down the hall,
And your worries are a pest.
Stories Of HistoryStories Of History
How and what resulted in end of the druids
The fire crackled with its never-ending dance. Fire spirits love to dance... Their shadows flickered on everything within their reach. The trees surrounding us, the ground beneath our feet, and even our own skin, everything was a place for their shadows to dance. The smoke form the fire twirls and twirls, forever reaching upwards to caress the sky... Each spirit connected in their own ways.
Brina looked over the fire to her young, twin gariníons, Rhoswen and Caitir, giggling with each other as they held each other's hands and spun in circles. Their red hair as vibrant as the fire, it dances with the shadows. A little way off stood their teenaged deartháir Ea, his blonde hair dark as he sits away from the light, scanning the night for anyone who could be a threat. His sword in his hand, his whole body poised for any sudden movement. The cailíní have tossed their small daggers carelessly aside, not liking
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