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Teenage prime Best of our times Walking hand in hand I loved her And she loved me Happy as I could be But with her It’s another story Of bandages And bottle throwing She came to my door With a secret to share In hopes I would still care Of course I would Id do whatever I could Letting her borrow my pills And gym shorts She changed her name We left “her” behind A teenage boy in his prime And we still walked hand in hand I loved him And he loved me

If you take a while to lie down you will notice things in different perceptions. If you lay down on your bed room floor you will know what it’s like to be a bug, lost in an unknown world of large food and even larger objects. But you will most defiantly be crushed at one point, so the strange and hidden fear of being squished by your own foot with make you want to sit up again and go back to your life. If you lay down on your roof you will know what it’s like being a bird. Having no responsibilities, being free to fly as you please, with only your instincts telling you when to fly north or south. You’ll love being as free

The sky is a mirror of you I sit down on the cold sand dunes And watch the mirror of the sky as it looks back down at me. I see a righteous planet heated by a sun And on it someone sits on a sand dune. I see a reflection, no a copy, a double. This sky is no longer my air but is my mirror And I see the self of me stare into my dull eyes. Their eyes are as black as the idle sky that once was. I ponder to myself if I am the reality and if they are the double. Why were they on the planet I could not live on? What is a sun if there is no sky, what is a sky if there is no atmosphere? A warm liquid waterfall’s from my mouth, my body t

Victim’s memoirs 1/5 (Found inside classroom 1-A) I’ve woken up in this school with no memory of coming. Neither of my friends, Hikari or Jiro, remembers coming here. Jiro remembers telling us about a friendship charm we were preforming, but then there was an earthquake and the floor fell in. we know for sure this isn’t the second floor or first floor of our high school we fell into, we don’t know where we are. All we can do is try and find an exit. Victim’s memoirs 2/5 (Found inside classroom 1-B) This school is terrifying! It’s littered with dead bodies and holes in the floors. We were approached by a