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I am on the run from a place like a school, my persuer is at a park looking for me, i crawl away with a slide between us so they dont see me, I then come to an old freinds house, they offer me a jacket that they cant find, then a policeman shows up at the door, and i hide in a hole in the floor and he searches the house the whole while the hole is open, he walks by just inches away and i am sure he sees me but he continues his seach and leaves empty handed, i then leave the hole and ask for some guns but then refuse to take one, i leave the house, along a road, but then turn onto some train tracks with a biridge between a row of trees.

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My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

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I was in a waiting room at a hospital. I was sitting next to two older ladies. Then into the room comes my mother. She walks toward me with a big smile on her face. She has a bag of barbecue potato chips in her hand. She sits down away from me with her back turned. The interesting thing is she has a rose bush and flowers coming out of her head. The lady comments who is that? I said that is my mother , she has left the earth's plane since October of this year. I then walked towards my mom. She had fell on the floor as soon as I told the ladies she had passed. When I got near her, her body was deteriorating in front of me. I looked into her eyes and she kept saying Royal, Royal, Royal. I looked to the ladies I was sitting with and their bodies also were deteriorating,

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My neighbors, jim (the man that build the 3rd floor) and his son john rang my doorbell and i opened the door. and john started crying and my stomach dropped. i said whats wrong. he said “helen died” and started crying. so then i did too. and i asked how and she fell out of a window (kinda funny now) and it was unexpected because she’s a kid. so then i somehow rewrote my entire speech. and i was giving it again in class. and suddenly i was reading a part about how helen died. but my speech is about sleep, not about death. so then i started stuttering and i asked my teacher if i could try again. i did and messed up. then i asked to sit down and practice for another day and explained that i didn’t know why i had that part of the speech in there. then i woke up and didn’t remember if helen was dead or not. because i thought my second dream was a dream and the helen part wasn’t

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It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

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