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Eclipse_Stalbans
To speak is like a volcano inside a mountain A green mountain, big and tall Inside, beneath the surface the ground rumbles Hot lava boils up and the center of the earth is revealed If one pokes at it in a curious way It rumbles faster, creating pressure in the heart The pressure rises and it wants to go To spill out and show the world it's there But it can’t If this volcano erupts it might not stop Destroying that perfect mountain And the land around it It could cause other hidden volcanoes to go off Or reveal a part of land no one knows about So mother nature builds a thicker surface Protecting its vulnerable center To keep peace
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:58 PM UTC
Speaking
Christopher Robin Winnie the pooh Puff the magic dragon One tin soldier too. Bedtime stories I most enjoy Characters as real as any toy. All that I could ever dream of, and want to believe But my bedtime stories were hard to receive Inappropriate gestures Behind locked doors Stole my purity and innocence A few years after I was four Too young to know right from wrong I didn't know how to respond Frozen in silence My voice taken away I hated myself more everyday And now i'm left with memories that haunt my life I find myself holding a knife Right then and there I want to end it all But somehow I have to stand tall I am a survivor Mighty and strong There is a place where I do belong I will make it in this world No matter what they say Because I have already experienced hell, in every way It will not be easy i'm aware It leaves its mark with every standing hair I have it too But I calm myself down With those fictional characters I strongly hold on Christopher Robin Winnie the pooh Puff the magic dragon One tin soldier too. They are what keep me here And i'm ready to say or do Everything or anything that you need me to I will be the voice for those without I will always listen and have no doubt My book is still open My story is not done I now sit and think about christopher Robin's son With the house on pooh corner Where they chased the clouds I know I will always stand tall and proud.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC
Bedtime Stories