Just a MemoryFlashback startsJust a Memory
Giggling quietly, hiding under the covers of a pale blue bedspread, was a small girl. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her head was laid down on her pillow as the sheets were over her head. Long strings of brown hair toppled out of the comforter, resting against the rest of the pillow. The small child's body shook slightly with excitement. Today was her 6th birthday and she was bursting with enthusiasm, waiting to be woken up by her mother with cookies for breakfast.
The door opened slowly, and out came a middle aged woman with a kind look almost in her face. A tray of about four or five cookies was h
The White CafeThe White Café was strange, very strange. A few new people would become old people and the rest would leave, never to be remembered. Everyone was different and identical all at the same time. Some people were grey, some blue, some red, and some a color all of their own. That was why it was the White Café. All of us together made it what it was.The White Cafe
The walls were white and the tables a metal black that were always stained from use. Old and plain crimson tablecloths covered the black of the tables and seemed to glow against the pale white. There were lamps above every table. They always shined a light red onto the tables and people. T
Paper HeartsMy paper heart flewPaper Hearts
In the winds of past regrets
We both tore for you
Torn ApartTake my heart and smash it And pretend that we were happy This is something I don't get But I know this isn't wantedTorn Apart
Rip my heart to pieces And let the scars burn You'll just be a memory My past of horror; feared
Just let me close my eyes And pretend this isn't real A dream, no; a nightmare Silently screaming; crying
You forever twisted me Tell that to your friends I'll keep you as that memory The one that I'll look to last
For now, I'll just be angry And pretend that I can't see you &nb
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And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...
Nevermore!
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And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...
Nevermore!
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