The restful do not sleep echoes of the anguish, pain and hurt.Filling my heart with fear,watching as they lie in their beds of stone and rocks, bone chilling as the only sounds you make is the sound of your heart, come an lie with us they say, fog pours into the grave beds,giggles of the children,cries of anguish and dispare, spectrums of souls dance, "come and lie with us" they call me
Sometimes I think to my if I should be alive,I feel as I shuldn't be at points of times I know it sounds stupid but I have even thought this when I was little,I wonder should I just die?
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