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FirefliesWe sail together 'cross the sea of dreams; For months it's been and now it seems As if reality has slipped away Or maybe it's been stowed away Aboard our vessel beneath the stars With our fireflies safe in jars. We'll set them free at journey's end Escape their prisons and ascend. Among the heavenly stars they'll roam So they can guide us safely home.Fireflies
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A Squirrel's NutThe squirrel had been searching for a nut all day and finally he found one sitting precariously on a branch. He clambered up the tree and reached for it but a red leaf drifted down, landing on the nut and knocking it just enough to fall into the pond below.A Squirrel's Nut
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Snow DaysThere lives a girl upon the hill She sits beside the window sill She sits alone and waits and still the snow continues to fall.Snow Days
She has surely seen better days Where she would go outside and play But winter came and chased away her playtimes, however small.
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Melancholy Madness She writes words on her arms because her mouth won't open. Lips sewn together with the bloodstained thread she tried to mend her broken heart with. Lines of sweet melodies and melancholy madness scrawled upon her porcelain skin, only making sense to her lost soul, walking along the shore of the river leading to the gates of Hell.Melancholy Madness
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Dreamland
We Are The DreamersWe walk the streets between the believers The schemers The proud And the scared. We hold our heads high and we will not falter. You will not see us by accident and you will not find us on purpose We are invisible to all but ourselves.We Are The Dreamers
Remember to look over your shoulders. We’re coming for you In the dead of night In the morning light We’ll be waiting.
We are the Dreamers.
by *Tuttlebird
Chapter One: The First Gunshot"Help, please, I've been robbed!" The cry could be heard over the sound of the bustling patrons making their way through the packed Market Square. Not even the echo of hundreds of feet on the pavement or the chatter of voices could drown out the cry of a little old lady standing by the fountain. Some people turned to see what was going on, others continued on their way; everyone checked to make sure they had everything. One person didn't do any of these things. A young girl with long, dark brown hair made her way through the crowd with ease just as a group of policemen made their way to the old lady. She never turned, never faltered inChapter One: The First Gunshot
by *Tuttlebird
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Fairytales and Weakened WailsFairytales may not be works of reality, but they're not all fake.Fairytales and Weakened Wails
Reality doesn't believe in happy endings. It believes in hell and everything that comes with it. It believes in tears rather than smiles. There is no magic in reality. There's no chance to make dreams come true. You get what you get, and there's no denying it.
I feel like I'm in a twisted, fucked up mockery of a fairytale. I'm still waiting for that charming prince to come and slay the dragon and whisk me off to a place of magical and beauty. I've been through enough. I need rescuing.
I've been trapped in the same God damn small town for
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Demonic DreamsThe demons sing me soft lullabies every night before I sleep.Demonic Dreams
The lullabies lead me down a deep, dark stairwell and from there I spiral into heartbreaking dreams. He's right in my reach; I can feel his presence. But the beautiful shadow, with her dark hair and delicate dress, grabs his hand and whirls him away.
She makes me watch as she plays with his hair and kisses his lips, softly and slowly. I can see her intentions through her eyes. I can see exactly what she wants to do. And it makes me want to scream, want to die.
And then the lullabies whisk me off to my dying soul, and they make me watch as piec
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