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Hidden Emotions

We keep things hidden inside that we are too afraid to show. When we have 
nowhere to turn, we push our feelings down and try to pretend that they don't 
exist. We cover ourselves with a mask as though, with that mask, we are freed of 
our emotions. If we are lucky enough, our trick will work for a while until the 
inevitable happens and our hidden thoughts burst up and overwhelm us. They 
feed on us until we break down and face them. Tears help to wash away the 
feeling of helplessness and lonliness that can break us if we allow such to 
happen. We can never rid ourselves of these, but we can try to take control of 
them so they don't hurt as much.

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Secrets

We must be careful when exploring the places we have tried to keep hidden. For 
once we open the door to those unrevealed places, we don't know what 
unforseen thing lies behind it. The secrets that we bury will return to us at a 
speed that we cannot stop. When we decide to uncover that which is repressed, 
we must bear the burden that comes along with such. We must carry the 
responsibility of what we discover.

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The Are Things Which We Never Speak Of

There are things which we never speak of. There are things which never cross 
our lips. Even though our minds and eyes say them, we have an unknown fear of 
actually bringing them to audible words. For if they are heard, it is as though we 
are vulnerable. We are vulnerable to the only thing that we believe to control by 
ourselves. Thoughts like these are the ones that prevent us from opening up to 
the ones we trust. We feel as though we can’t share these thoughts without 
having some consequence brought to us. Even our closest friends and loved 
ones never know our innermost feelings. They do not truly understand where we 
come from because we lack the ability to express ourselves fully whilst having 
this fear of being vulnerable to openness. We don’t know if there will ever come a 
time that this fear will be wiped away and lack the inability of bearing ourselves, 
however, we must always believe there will one day be a time that we can do 
such.

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Senses

Dead and dismembered bodies all around me
The burning of flesh that makes my skin crawl
Screams that would break one's soul in two
Bones breaking and the earth shaking from yet more destruction
Blood as it drips from a wound on my head, into my eyes, and finally comes to 
rest on my lips
Why would someone wish this hell on another?

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Time

Time isn't always as we perceive it. One day, a minute could seem like an hour. 
Another, an hour could seem like a minute. We fool ourselves into thinking that 
we have time. Time to do all the things we put off daily. Time to change ourselves 
into the people we wish to be. However, this is only an illusion. We think we have 
time to do things later when in reality we don't. Watches, clocks, and dials have 
kept time for us over the years, but we have still have failed to realise that we do 
not own time, time owns us. Everyone's hourglass, which contains their sands of 
time, varies. Someone's might be half-full whereas another's is quickly running 
out. No one knows when their destined time will come, and no one knows in 
which way it is coming. All we can do is live our lives while trying to be the best 
we can be. We can't wait around for time, and we can't allow it to pass by. For 
once time is gone, we can't get it back.

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The Memories

They're coming after me. I try to hide, but they always find me. Even in the darkest 
corner, I'm not safe. The thoughts of what they'd do to me, nearly drive me 
insane. I am not afraid of them, I am terrified of them. I don't know what to do. 
How do I escape them? How do I free myself of them for good? They have found 
a way to tear at my heart. A way to enter my mind. If they find me, I'll be forever 
doomed. I can't allow them, the memories of my past, to break my soul.

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In the Dark

All alone in the dark, i can see nothing any which way i turn. I can hear nothing 
but the eerie calm of silence. My heart skips a beat as my imagination begins to 
plays tricks on me. How i got here, i do not know. I am just as clueless to where i 
am as to who i am. A name is such a simple and instinctive thing to know, but i 
do not obtain this basic knowledge of myself. I do not know my past nor my 
present. This darkness terrifies my senses and makes my insecurties take flight. 
I don't know if i will be able to survive such emptiness as that which surrounds 
me. I can feel it grabbing at me. It tears like claws into my soul. It has already 
taken my identity. The only thing left for it to steal is my life. Life is such a precious 
gift that one should not give up easily. We only recieve one, so why should 
something that doesn't deserve it be allowed to take it? The coldness is getting 
unbearble. My body shivers and shakes with the wind. I can feel my life slipping, 
but i won't give up... i can't give up something that i hold so dear. It will just have 
to rip the life from me.

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Reflection

My eyes don't even dare look at my reflection. It is not my outside that bothers me, 
it's my inside. No one sees what I do not allow them to. I do not show them how I 
really feel and I do not show them my true self. I fear that if I show them my true 
self, that I will become vulnerable to them. If I do not share my heart, then I do not 
have to deal with the inevitable pain of it breaking. Lately, I do not know what to 
do. I feel myself becoming weak inside. I have allowed the outside world to 
influence my emotions. Sometimes I feel that if we had no emotions, that we 
would be alot better off. Emotions always end up ruining things and hurting us. I 
wish I could just become hard on the inside so that it wouldn't hurt or bother me 
any longer. If I had a shell around my heart then nothing could come close 
enough to harm it. Nothing would hurt me ever again.

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The Darkness' Hold

The darkness has a tendency to distort and influence your thoughts. When you 
are in the light, the darkness has no control over you. Once you return to the 
darkness, the light is of no aide. The light brings about peace, and the darkness 
brings about uncertainty. Things which seem fine during the day appear distorted 
at night. I don’t know if it is because of the loneliness and solitude found at night, 
or if it is because the light is nowhere to be found. Either way, I always dread 
those hours spent in darkness. My mind races and my heart hurts of uncertainty. 
I doubt myself and I fear that which, during the day, gave me little grief. There is 
no way out of the darkness, and the only way to come to terms with and deal with 
it is to realize that it has no power over you. It is only an illusion that your mind 
perceives as a reality. This false reality only has a hold on you whilst you allow it 
to. Once you let go of the fear, the darkness loses its power.