After school it was quite silent in the school's large library. About twenty people were still in the library, whispering among themselves while other read to themselves. A few would leave to go home while a couple of people came in for quiet. The three librarians wondered around placing checked-in books back in their place.
After school hours things became to get slightly quieter. People were going home, others retrieving to their dorms. Laughter and murmurs amongst friends were going around as they walked through the halls. A few people walked in the library for quiet or a good read, others would leave. In the library it was quite silent. Wondering around the librarians wondered around, placing checked-in books back in their place.
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My Thoughts
Thoughts that cross my mind are worries I have, and can't get them out of my mind..
Only a puppet to one's amusement. The life lived has always been a lie.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.