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The night was clouded over with a thin layer of mist. No stars could be seen, not even the bright moon. The gates creaked as they opened. "D-dear?" A woman's gentle voice called. She continued her way dragging her tired feet through the long uncut grass of the cemetery. Her limbs were long and thin. Her rib case could be seen under her skin. Her skin, grey and slowly peeling off, her hair was matted, messy and grey from old age. She kept forcing herself on through the graveyard. Until finally she made it. A small, slightly cracked but very clean grave was in front of her. R.I.P in big clear letters. "It's been five years " she whispered, falling to her brittle knees. She slowly lifted her arm, her finger tips softly feeling the engraved letters. "oh my love how I miss you ever since ever since that day I've been wanting to talk to you just to hear your soft voice again " she whispered. Five years ago, the couple were on their way to the airport,
Asylum Part3Entry: 03- All in my head, better off Dead.
Urg, I take back what I said last time. THIS PLACE SUCKS! Sorry for such the bad opening, just...the people here, how am I insane like them?! They're in there talking to themselves, making fucked up noises. I mean, I still speak normal English, I don't do what they do All I did was .ooooh right . Where was I? Oh yes, I was at a pretty good part.
I was staring into my reflection, entranced by it. The words ringing in my mind. "Get them?" I eventually repeated. 'Yes they just don't deserve you Donatello they'll hurt you annoy you over and over I know what you want to do but you never do it so why not now ' the reflection MY reflection told me. I tensed a little. 'Mikey for example, he always gets on your nerves but you don't swear back well think of him as the water heater behind ' the voice told me. I turned around and stared at it.
Asylum Part2Entry: 02- Mentally strange reflection
Finally, I'm back in my little cell. You know, now I've been here for a little while, it's not so bad. At least I'm not in one of those padded rooms with a straight jacket on me. Anyway, where was I when I was talking to you last? Oh that's right, I just heard that voice and was dozing off to sleep.
Morning soon crept around the corner, and my home in the sewers soon became alive along with the city above us. I was peacefully sleeping; enjoy the warmth of my blanket wrapped around me. Until I was rudely interrupted by a loud crash from the kitchen. I groaned as a crawled out of my comfy bed and into the coldness of my home. I let out a yawn, stretching my arms and back, until I heard my bones click. I shuffled into the living room; my eyes were nothing but a slit as I walked around my home. I looked towards the kitchen, Mikey was crying, I began to jog over to him to ask what happened, when Raph ran passed and pushed me to the floor
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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