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Date Posted: 16:10:11 06/10/01 Sun
Author: Jesse
Author Host/IP: 24.150.112.129
Subject: Short Story Lost is All the Better

There's a time, so long before you sleep. A time when everything you think comes true. When the shadows notice you there, in their place. It's this time you realize, it would be all the better. Death, is as forever as disease is to always. There once was a girl who lived in a bubble, so all she could know was herself. She papered the walls with her thoughts, and carpeted the floors with fear. Envy was her only friend and even friends can kill you. Sometimes she imagined her edge, shaking, bleeding. Sometimes she forgot she lived in a bubble; a bubble of herself. Sometimes she cried. She cried because she tried so hard, and all she could do was die. All she wanted was to disappear, into infinite waves of nothing. When time went by too slow, so slow, she filled the room with her words, and wished to be saved. But she was the one the angels forgot. She lived too far, at the bottom of the ocean. Deep beneath the water, burried in the sand. And once they looked down on her and shook their heads. Some say they shed tears. "She's forgotten what it's like to be a child."
And she cried up in bubbles I've lost whatever it takes to live. Once there was a creature, so beautiful it hurt to look toward, but he gave up. She wished to have his beauty. When she drowned herself, nobody knew her. She was forgotten, gone. There was no one there. She never realized, that someone could have been.
I have lived a monster
Written on her walls
In the closet it says "STRONG"
I have lost my angel wings
Wasted all the time that matters
But does it?
Or are we all
Just dreams
Photographs, pages
Memories?
The thoughts that papered the walls?

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