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One More Puzzle, Alice...Aren't you ever afraid of being defeated...?
Because I know somewhere deep inside me, I'm stronger than that.
Are you sure about that?
How can you be so certain?
I made it through Hell already, haven't I?
Are you sure you can handle more?
One can never be certain, but if I must, I will.
Because I love him.
You must be crazy.
But of course...
[ We're all mad here... ]
SpeakLook into my eyes; look deep inside,
And feel what I feel with these tears that I cry.
As days go by, I'm running out of time,
But I can't speak the words that are trapped in my mind.
Listen to everything:
The song I want to sing,
The dreams that I've dared to dream.
Follow me through the seams of all imagine things,
And give me the heart and courage to soar through these open spaces.
I'm blinded by feelings I can't explain,
And when they speak your name,
I feel numb as I slowly go insane.
The words fade when I lose it all.
Inside I'm trapped and chained to four cold walls,
But as I stare at the stars,
I'll think of you; I'll dream of you; I'll wish for you.
When the dawn breaks through the sky,
I'll imagine those eyes and feel as if you're right beside me.
Listen close, as I slowly lose my voice.
Though I may gain the courage,
It will never be enough to even face you.
For a voiceless outcast can't ever speak the words, "I love you."
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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