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Just another number
A cog in a machine
Do you even care about me?
Alive and breathing
But you don't care
About my tears drifting into thin air
Stuck in a cardboard square
Hands tied behind
Not a light to find
Rustled from my comfy nest of papers
Thrown out to the water brown
Watch me drown
Cut my head open and take what I know
Pour in ideologies of your own
Killing all the flowers that have already grown
Abandon me and all my promise
Continue to entertain this nonsense
Live with the knowledge that you will lose this
Clouds gather as your red sun shines
And I scream out that I'm still alive
But you leave me to pull myself out and I know I will die
As the sun is setting on another day
You tell them it's perfectly okay
While I bleed all the words I had yet to say
A cog in a machine
Do you even care about me?
Alive and breathing
But you don't care
About my tears drifting into thin air
Stuck in a cardboard square
Hands tied behind
Not a light to find
Rustled from my comfy nest of papers
Thrown out to the water brown
Watch me drown
Cut my head open and take what I know
Pour in ideologies of your own
Killing all the flowers that have already grown
Abandon me and all my promise
Continue to entertain this nonsense
Live with the knowledge that you will lose this
Clouds gather as your red sun shines
And I scream out that I'm still alive
But you leave me to pull myself out and I know I will die
As the sun is setting on another day
You tell them it's perfectly okay
While I bleed all the words I had yet to say
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Teaser
Your eighth grade year. In between middle school and high school, a year you don't seem to fit under any written category. Schoolwork gets less important, and your social standing seems to want to rise. Crushes may become more than eyeing them from across the classroom; new friendships will rise as well as fall. The real life "coming of age" story, though beyond what has been written down before. The highs and lows of living this - and everyone has or will.
That's what Hannah must go through now. This story takes place from the beginning of her first day of eighth grade to the parting words at the final moment when she leaves it all behind.
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The Sojourner: Prologue
The Sojourner
Prologue
Anton ran through the forest as fast as his legs could carry him, faster even, sometimes nearly losing his balance. He knew his pursuer was hot on his heels, he could hear her light giggles as she easily surmounted any obstacle he tried to place between them.
She was gaining on him...
His heart pounded in his chest, his legs were straining, he was struggling at keeping his pace even though he was used to running through this very section of the forest; he knew it like the back of his hand, as cliché as that sounded, jumping over fallen trees blindly, knowing where he could land safely.
Under normal circumstanc
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SCP/CREEPYPASTA AU/File?/
Object Class: Euclid
DA-2030/ SAMMY THE FLESH-EATER
DA-2030
hieght:5'9
weight:176 Lbs
age:N/A
Name: Samuel [REDACTED]
Description: DA-2030 is known to have black eyes with red ridicules, black hair, and claws.
In most cases when attacking D personnel, his mouth becomes elongated. Mostly used to feast on flesh.
DA-2030 is known to be highly sarcastic and crude to the staff during questions, often at times threatens to kill the staff, cause procedures such as questions in the observation room, and [REDACTED].
So far of his origin is unknown, nor his motives, in this audio log, DR. [REDACTED] is present as she asks questions to DA-2030.
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Sometimes I feel like knowing the backstory to a work may not be entirely beneficial. XD
I guess it really is pretty bad while you're waist deep in its shit, though. Standardization has its downsides, like when other closely related things don't keep pace...
I guess it really is pretty bad while you're waist deep in its shit, though. Standardization has its downsides, like when other closely related things don't keep pace...