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I will lay down my weapons lay down my fears and my worries And I will accept that what I do is love. I will lay down and try to accept that my pain is valid and whatever was done wrong, is done I am not a fighter Except for those who matter to me but not to them; I would rather suffer than cause them pain So I will lay down But I will not stop Doing what is such a part of me Despite the pain, fear and tears I will love

20min Speed Write, 12/3/14 Song: Sarah McLachlan, "Stupid" Characters: Brant **** Brant tossed the window open and sat on the edge of the sill, looking down across the roof to the streets below, frowning at the breeze that brought just a little relief to the sweltering heat. She swung her legs out of the window and moved out onto the roof, slipping along the silent well known pathways to wherever she wanted to go. She’d spent how many nights moving this way while the city slept? Unseen, taking this or that – whatever she’d wanted. She stopped to watch the ends of a gathering in one back garden and then moved on, finally

Why bother To think it'll change and maybe you won't be invisible forgotten Why bother to wonder why you're forgotten you just don't matter Why bother with thinking that maybe this time you'll be treated better like he always is Why bother when you know you won't time and time again Why bother it's all just the same old same old Why bother caring ... because you can't stop.

Feb. 20th, 2014 Once upon a time there were these people. Some of them were strong, some were smart. Some of them were pretty or handsome, some were wild. Some of them were timid, some of them were loud. Some of them were lonely, and some of them were proud. They were all my friends. We learned so much together - about ourselves, about the world, about life. We fought pain, and terror, fear and loneliness. We found love, and joy, hope and laughter. Each of them was a different person. Some were good, some were bad. I accepted the good, fought the bad - and learned that I was wrong, and the bad weren’t always bad. So I learned, too,

It wasn’t run down like some traveling carnivals, but it did have the worn-in, well attended appearance of a long standing much traveled one. The carnival folk varied from the tradition leery folk to the (also) traditional warm and welcoming sorts. It set up in the shape of a teardrop, with the pointed end being the way into the carnival proper. To either side of this sat ticket and information booths. People flocked to it no matter where it went. It boasted games, food, drink, rides, fortune tellers, a big top – and something many carnivals long since ceased to offer. The Freak Show. Despite its worn well used appearance it ha