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IP:
Dead And Gone
The Creation Of My Hiding Place
The Beginning.
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Sitting in class, reminiscing the laughs I've only featured at home
Why do I have this gut feeling inside, this belief that something’s wrong
Look at the time. It won't be long. Class is almost over
Suddenly a knock disturbs the class.
The teacher's fast, but I see past her shoulders
Two police men are standing at the door, she says "Yes Mister officer"
They both glance around the room, and in a whisper start to talk to her
She stands back, and then glances back to the direction I’m sitting
The knot in my stomach just keeps getting bigger!
everyone gawks at me in awe
"Kris, Could you come here please." We need to talk to you in the hall
I stand up shaken; literally doing everything I can to shake it
My brain is aching; seriously they need to talk to me? They must be mistaken
As I approach them outside the classroom. I can see the officers sweat breaking
Then he spoke, "Your parents were just involved in an accident." "They didn't make it"
Thoughts
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Vivid Scenes, committed at heart, but feels like no one is forgiven me.
My tolerance for everything that hurts, is caused by living dreams
And exquisitely everything I’ve done has been hidden beneath,
...The thought that everything that’s been given to me can be taken astray
Seriously Lord, The two people I loved. You've Taken Away.
My mind is stuck, how can I escape that day, you took both my parents
It couldn't have been worse timing, my dad had finally proposed marriage
Now I’m living in a foster home. And all the love and fears combined
Because No one has any idea what that kind of loss, does to a fierce mind.
Cheers Why? I'm all alone in this place, everything cold will be mild
And I’m no longer the only child, feels like the only guide is fate
Cloudlessly involved in life...my mind is in its own hiding place
Why would I try to escape the only place that can bring back memories?
Why did they have to die that day, there’s no one here to remember me
And why do I have the Tendency to forget everything I had....
.... Its impossible, I’m escaping the logical,
Why couldn’t they have just been ok, and gone to the hospital?
Tired of thinking about that kind of torment, the image is so horrid
But there’s no one here, to express my feelings too and they just keep pouring in
Afford to win? I’ve lost it all. My mind is the only place to hide away
It’s the only time I feel right, and can actually confide in dismay
...And what I try and display on the outside, will never be shown
Because on the inside the discernment won't ever be known
Cleverly though, my mind is the only thing that’s kept me alive
And the judgment for those that mattered, I still expected to survive
..and the only thing left in my mind, is that i'm the one next to die
Now livin lonely, strongly. Not letting whats heavy on my mind hold me
But Consoley i'm roaming. In one direction stolling, Tryin to Head Home
The start of a new life. Parents Dead And Gone
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Let ME fiiiinnd ooout
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