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My silence is dangerous
My mind is a library
I love the knowledge I gain
My voice will always be loud
My thoughts run rapid
The day I die will be a day of silence
And
**Silence Will fall in the Library
She knows I'm not crazy
I'm just not normal

She knows I'm not random
I only think quicker than others

She knows I'm not dumb
I'm really quite smart

She knows all my secrets
Some I won't even admit

She knows I'm a nerd
But helps me hid it

My best friend
I can never let her go
*She knows way too much
" Sometimes me think 'What is friend?' and them me say 'Friend is someone to share the last cookie with.'" Cookie Monster
It moves so fast
Too fast in fact
You close you eye as a baby
Then wake up five
To get ready for preschool
At age six
In kindergarten you take a nap
When you teacher wakes you up your Fourteen
And in the middle of math class
Time moves oh so fast
It will never slow down
All it will do is speed up when your not ready
When I was little I only wanted to grow up
To be free
But now I wish I was a little kid again
Just a  little kid being sheltered from reality
I know I can never go back
I can only try to slow down
Whenever there's a damsel in distress,
Whenever there's a burning building,
Whenever there's something bad happening,
The hero comes and saves the day!
Whether they're a firefighter or just a good samaritan.
But what about the hero?
Who saves them?
Sometimes on the way to saving someone else,
We lose the fight against ourselves.
The only sound heard is the wind.
The rooms all dark except mine.
No sounds of footsteps,
Laughter,
Or even the TV.
The only world I've ever known is silent.

But I think I'm okay with that for now.
I think I've finally gotten over you.
I have never felt the urge to jump off a bridge,
but there are times I have wanted to jump
out of my skin,
out of my life.
why won't they
leave me
alone?
don't they
realize i
have a
tinder heart
and a
paper body
and that
any spark
will turn me
straight to
ash?
You are not mine,
But sometimes
I pretend
That you wish you were.

I create this idea
That you secretly
Want me.

And I often forget
It's just something
I've made up.

You do not want me,
And you are not mine.
1,2,3,4
I declare a time war
5,6,7,8
Daleks scream EXTERMINATE
9,10,11,12
Time is up, the doctor's done
12,11,10,9
There he goes, back in time
8,7,6,5
Saving everybody's lives
4,3,2,1
Grabbed my hand and whispered run.
I DID NOT CREATE THIS.
I SAW THIS ONLINE AND THOUGHT TO REPOST IT HERE.
REPEAT: I DID NOT WRITE THIS.
I have nothing to say anymore.
I refuse to dwell on what could've happened
And what did happen.
But now I have nothing to look forward to.

My days have become a routine, a chore.
Most days I wish to do nothing more then just lay in bed and sulk.
The things I used to love to do,
No longer do so.

I'm tired.
A kind of tired that can't be fixed by sleep.
I have no idea where I was going with this but whatever. **** it.

Sail by AWOLNATION
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