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Days go by Freezing You wait Patiently You know your time will come Time ticks past Slowly Tensions grow Quietly You wish your time would come The next thing you know You're running Trees go by Swaying You move Peacefully You know it is your time Birds fly past Singing Flowers grow Gracefully You wish you understood

The Remembrance by Leann Toothaker Slowly, the man came to a stop. He seemed to be staring out into space, not really looking at anything, but then he spoke, "Them there trees, they be the home ta an ol', ol' house. And that house got plenty a history behind it, it does." At first, the visitors were confused, and started to ask their guide what he was explaining, and that's when they saw it. It was as if the old building had just appeared out of a Halloween tale, and only the people who had been informed about it could lay eyes onto it. "This be the Pattson Mansion. Long, long years ago, two families from the next town along the way, called

~Please, Help~ What do you do when your world falls apart?   When your friends leave you? And your family isn't any better? When you're supposed to be everybody else's rock?   And you're crumbling under all the weight and pressure? And you start slipping down the hill, into the river below? How am I supposed to handle all of this?   The weight of my schoolwork? The pressure from my friends and family? Why do people leave you?   Why do they ignore you and change friends? Why does your family get sick, and not any better? What am I supposed to do?   I'm not the all-knowing one. I need help and I need advice.   Please, Some

-Crying- -Immediately I burst into tears   -I have only now just stopped, for a second -Now I am crying, yet again, in the dark   -Nothing can stop the tears from coming -Or stop them from flowing from my eyes   -It seems like my soul is pouring from me -Never to be returned or brought back   -Leaving me here, all alone, to fend for myself -Broken, shattered and in pieces, lying on the floor, crying

here I am alone and cold out in the world out to die alone to die slowly, sadly there you are alone and cold out in the world out to die alone to die slowly, sadly when i am to die i will have died and i would have meant something because i will have made something done something or helped someone that i will be remembered forever for but when you are to die you may have died and you may not have meant anything because you have not yet made anything done anything or helped anyone that you will be remembered for that is, besides being the father of a woman who did something great with her life a woman who meant someth