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Your Own VoiceIt gets so hard sometimes
With their voices echoing around
Just focus on your own voice
And never back down
Wasn't just my heartIn my chest is a hole,
But it wasn't just my heart you stole
The light in my eyes?
My friends watch as it dies.
The spark in my spirit?
You have to listen hard to even hear it.
You have made your marks on me
More than just the ones people can see
InsaitiableI feed off of touch
off of love and affection
I need it so much
Its become an addiction
My will is untamable,
And I am insatiable
A different keyever since you came back to me
Something has felt wrong
as if the beat of your heart
is an oh so familiar song
but in a different key
Attic of FlowersAn attic of flowers
Locked inside lonely towers
Days turn to weeks turn to years
Time flowing as freely as our tears
Force fed lies
Left to die
Apart from the whole universe
Feeling like we're under a curse
Time is frozen in our attic
we remained unchanged, static
We built a home out of a cage
Dreamed of escape, fueled by rage
Find solace in one another
Even if he is my brother
I love him with all my heart
I damn the day we might be torn apart
One dayMaybe one day forever will begin
Feel connected heart and skin
Not haunted by might-have-beens
Maybe one day we won't be so tired
Finally live the life that we desired
Keep climbing till we're flying higher
Maybe one day if we just keep trying
maybe instead we won't be crying
baby, one day we will be flying
The real meI guess people still don't get it
So I say it one more time
I don't need people to tell me
where to fall in line
I'm not sure yet
who I want to be
but I sure as hell know
I need to be me
I want to be crazy
I want to be shy
I want to jump head first
and not ask why
I want to make it up as I go
but if you try to change me
or fix me or perfect me
You'll never get to see...
the real me
Ode to Allison ArgentYou came in speeding, like you were a bullet train
You died like a hunter, in battle you were slain
Don't worry Allison, you didn't die in vain
Your selfless sacrifice, brought the key to victory
and the banshee's cry, told your soul that is was free
No one said, this war wouldn't come with casualties
But trust me girl, Your memory is strong
In the hearts of your friends, it will always belong
Just like you, powerful all along
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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