walker-lesanWhisper

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you'll protect me Isaac"Yeah, I'm okay.." you whispered with your voice shaking watching the sunlight slowly fade from the evening sky, you turn to try to smile at your stuffed animals. / "I... I'm okay.." you'd whisper again, surrounding yourself with your stuffed friends, with your lips quivering attempting to smile again. / "I can hide from them... I won't let you go.." you'd mumble grabbing your favorite bear. "You'll protect me.." you'd mutter to yourself as you hear banging on your door...
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May 29, 2013
Blinded from all except myselfBlinded from all except myself, tormented by the voices of the disturbed. / I wear glasses to see the normal, only to be visited by more disfigured strangers. / I've tried finding my reflection in mirrors, only to find a faceless, gaunt figure looming over where I thought I was.
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Apr 9, 2013
I.. am okay.I'll be able to write for you again once I... When I am okay. / Sleepless now, i try to smile and laugh, for a reason to continue. / Convinced this is pointless..
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Jan 2, 2013
theyBlack and blue, / Beaten and bruised, / Broken and burned.
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Dec 24, 2012
I want it to stop...I listened until the ringing faded, / I watched as the lights burned out, / I turned as they began to yell,
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Dec 24, 2012
i want to give you something...A soft smile shows you're sweet.. / A silent glance says you're curious. / With caring eyes you listen.
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Oct 9, 2012
hello?"A soft knocking on the door, a weak call for attention, another tear splashes into its pool.. / "Hello? Are you okay?" / They would ask, never cracking the door to see, with a weaker cry I would try, another blade slides across to see more tears fall..
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Sep 20, 2012
is it bad to sayIs it bad to say that your smile says you're sweet, / Is it bad to say that I find it hard to talk to you / Is it bad to say that I can't stop stuttering
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Sep 7, 2012
a noteWith this my smile turns to tears, / With this all my sleeves are stained, / With this I know its too late.
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Sep 7, 2012
A Graveyard.Late one night i walked the area, then i found you laying on a grave, staring out looking at the sky. you notice and sweetly greet me, i return the greet and we talk. as dawn approaches we depart. i meet you every night on the same grave, and talk all night. i stayed after dawn once and read the grave you stayed on... we still talk, i still come every night, but now, every day i lay a flower on there for you, for it is yours.
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Aug 7, 2012
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