

it's all in your head.close your eyes. think of ten things you love.it's all in your head.
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one. i had an imaginary friend once. my childhood was never complete without her, hair a heavenly mess and thunder followed our every footstep.
we used to open books we didn't know how to read, and make up the story so there was a prince and a princess he had to save and there was always a happy ending.
[because childhood innocence was our sweetest sin.]
two. the sky was this canvas we splashed our j


Very Very Very Rough DraftI awoke with a startle as I realized I had overslept. This place looked even more sinister in the shadows of the sunrise. With celerity I gathered my things and stuffed them in my holey, decrepit briefcase. I whisked myself down the hall of the old rickety shack my grandfather built before contact. It was still standing and for some reason this surprised me. How could a wooden shack withstand the steady, rhythmic dance of millions of militants marching down its street? When everything around has crumbled, why this shack? Regardless, I had to get out. I sneaked down tVery Very Very Rough Draft
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