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I'm Already Gone - Bella
00:52
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I'm Already Gone - Bella
Each time I hear you cry
Each time I see tears rolling down your face
I die a little
And each time this happens
It leaves a hole
A gap in my heart, my soul
But now those tears aren’t stopping
However, rolling down the crevices of your face
Like a stream
Like a river
And this hole in my soul
In my heart
Is growing
While your tears engulf you
I’m here disintegrating
Falling through your fingers like fine sand
And by the time your last tear
Gathers the strength to slowly glide
Off your salty chin
You clench your fists
To hold on to me
But,
I’m already gone
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Untitled - Alicia
01:27
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Untitled – Alicia
Trying not to think about
Y.O.U.
Can’t say Y.O.U.R. name anymore
Or whether it starts with
A, B, or C
And who in the hell ever said
This was easy
Trying not to think about Y.O.U.
But that’s a bit strange,
Because that’s the unspoken promise
Imprinted on each of our hearts
Along with the words
“I Love Y.O.U.”
But those words
Are so sharp, toxic, dangerous.
I love…
Rip
I love…
Break
I love…
Crack
I love…
Blow the fire out…
1,2,3
blastoff
Y.O.U.
And just before the glowing embers
Begin to die
You whisper to it
The air from your lips
A puff of smoke
And it starts again
Because sometimes
The same words fell
From my mouth
And I’m sorry
And I’m trying not to think
About Y.O.U.
Because your hands are so
Soft
And your eyes
Lie without thinking
And make me think
It’s not that bad
And I’m trying not to think about
Y.O.U.
Because the names you call me
Stupid
Ugly
Worthless
And I’m trying not to think
About Y.O.U.
Because that one time
You grabbed me
Just a little bit too hard
But your hands are so soft…
And I don’t know who
I’m gonna love
Or whether his name’s gonna start with
A, B, or C.
1, 2, 3 blastoff
But you…
Forgot about me
And that part’s easy.
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The Fungus - Liam
00:31
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The Fungus - Liam
I am the mushroom that infests your mothers yard
the spores that travel 100 miles on wind
to find a rotting log to live in
sometimes I have red polka dots
sometimes my tendrils go on for miles underground
sometimes you can find me coming out of the side of an old oak tree
sometimes I silently burst out of the ground
I am the presence that you can not see
I am spores floating in front of your eyes
I am the tendrils under your feet
The mushrooms
The roots
The spores
The gardener's horrors
The key of the forest's echo system
That's ME
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Bully - Merit
00:56
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BULLY – Merit
Bullies: are you the one who harassed the dyslexic boy to a noose?
Killing him one day at a time
Pushing him farther and farther.
Are you the one who tormented
The overweight girl to self-starvation?
The goal of non-existence. Zero pounds or less
The words flung like bullets at their souls
You killed them
Murder to the nth degree
Punishable by regret
It should be jail
Does it stem from being so bullied?
Are you the one who felt the need to
Persecute and damage the kid who got an 80%
On the final examine you failed? Revenge.
Bullied: with this in mind
When they push you to the ground, stand up
Refrain from introducing your fist, the bones of their nose
And walk away.
Or forever become, the bully.
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Response to Just a Thought – Sina
You are always with me,
Through good and bad times,
My best friend ever,
And the worst enemy I’ve had.
Whenever I am lost
You always help me through,
And you are always there,
When I need someone to talk to.
You can be a role model,
And a mischief-maker,
You can be a nice person,
But also the meanest hater,
You have two personalities
Not one the same as another,
We haven’t ever been apart,
We’re pretty much each other.
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A, L: That is…if you want to graduate
S: Alive!
M: Yeah, remember what happened to the last….
D: A moment of silence
R: We mourn the unnamed, unsaid, undead
A, M, D: Those who took the long walk to
ALL: THE DARKROOM
B, L, R: Sucking you in like a black hole
S: A failed photo lab that never caught a criminal
L: That never leaves pictures of its victims
M: The cries of naughty children alike
B, D: Do echo in its confines
A: (Alicia screams) Ahhhhhhghahhawahhchooawaahh
L: There are only a handful of fingerless students
L, A: Who have ever returned
B: Even the teachers fear the creepy
B, A: Swinging red/orange light
D: It is said that children who are sent in there
D, R: Stand in a line of cold, blank stares
R: Never again to see the light of day
M: Zombies awaiting execution
S: The bloated bodies and swollen eyes
S, A: Giving off a light of their own
A: Standing at the mouth of darkness
ALL: The survivors speak only of the floor
B: All they could see in the room that despises light
D: Broken pencils,
M: sabotaged surveillance videos
L: And fingers!
S: Victims hear nothing but the drip, drip, drip of leaky faucet torture
ALL: drip, drip, drip, drip, drip…..
A: (Alicia screams) Ahhhhhhghahhawahhchooawaahh
S: AND screams
R: DANGER!
M: The putrid smell of fear still lingers
D: A musk that fills the air and chokes the children of their words
ALL: Even Darkrooms have dreams
L: Of being more than a slap on the wrist
L, B, R: Of being more than in-school suspension
ALL: They dream of being terrifying
B: Of scaring teachers out of their own office
A: Like a haunted house
D: They have AMITYVILLE HORROR posters
D, M, R: Hanging from their teenage walls
L: Praying students misbehave
ALL: And end up on their resume
S: AKA Missing persons list
M: Darkroom,
M, B: You will never be more than a 6th grade class disposal
R: Nothing but the wretched refuse derived from the bowels of hell
ALL: We are going in to rescue our classmates who have enough life left to save
D: The claustrophobic denseness fills the air as we enter
L: You are small
ALL: But we are many
S: And we refuse to let you feast on our brains
ALL: Prepare to see the light!
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