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Anxiety It bites Makes mice demons Makes kindness seem evil It can come for moments Or stay for days An unwelcome companion It never Leaves Support It helps To fight back Even if it's hard You have to be there Because they value it Even when they Can't take It She Throws stones Because anxiety returns To rear its head And make everything feel rotten To take happiness away Remove holiday cheer Replaced with Misery Love It persists Weathers the storm Does not run away Lets the wind blow around Whipping through my hair Always reminding her That I Care

You are the Moon And I am the Sun And so do I croon "I will chase if you run." Your pale skin shines In the dark of the night All the clouds make lines That show me your light When we're together Rare though it may be It always gets better For my love burns strongly My feelings for you Not once have they dimmed Because they are true My rays are untrimmed Though at times I shine bright Too bright to perceive Know that it's alright And that you can believe You're flying ahead But one day I'll be faster Cross this skyline spread We'll fly filled with laughter But for now don't forget That I'm here behind And please do not let The darkness

If comedy is tragedy My life must be hilarious My troubles stack up to the sky Yes, they are so various Try to tell myself that I'm alright And that I'll break down barriers But nothing I can do will help So I might as well have buried us Thinking that I'd cracked the code I tried to be the best I tried to understand the world I tried to read the crest I tried to give it all I've got I tried, cause I was blessed I tried to convince myself That I didn't need to rest I just learned that my mother Now has gotten cancer Friends ask me some questions But I just don't know the answer Pushing people who want to die Call me a necromancer Wish that

I awake one morning and greet the sun. I'm ready to start life. I'm having fun! The world is new. I'm finally free. School will never again take me. And I finally got a radio. The world is scary, the world has changed. People are scary, and most are deranged. I breathe the air, but it tastes so bitter. The world is smoggy and filled with litter, But at least I've got my radio. The fumes fill my lungs, I'm scaring myself. As much as I fight, I can't ask for help. What can I do? When will it end? If I won't break, then how far will I bend? Who turned off my radio? The world is so dark, and I cannot escape. If help is coming it's coming too l

June 25, 2030 The voice finally stopped. I can hear again. I never thought I would miss the power to hear. I finally talked to Frederick. He seemed concerned about me. It felt... good to be worried about. I've been looking over my entries recently. I... I went crazy. I snapped. I promised myself that nothing would ever get the better of me again. But I snapped. I lost it. I've been looking over some of the other rooms in the Willis Tower. I see what I wrote on the wall. I covered whole floors with the scrawl, "They are coming." What the hell happened to me... I can't think of anything from the past few months. Everything is a blur. I ask

I've lost track of the days. The days don't matter. The voice screams in my head. It screams for blood. It wants me to hurt them. I can't hurt them. It's wrong to hurt people. I'm wrong. I hurt people. Those weren't people. These creatures aren't people. I hate them. I HATE THEM. THEY NEVER END. THEY'RE ALWAYS HERE. THERE'S ALWAYS MORE. I've been making trips on my shifts. I've been going to buildings. There's always more. I always find them. They crush like grapes. Their skulls crack. I came back this morning. Their blood burned. It burned through my scarf. The scarf is worthless now. My hand was bleeding when I came home. I didn't feel it.

May 17, 2030 I have a feeling that Frederick doesn't trust me any more. I've had trouble controlling myself recently. I've been muttering. Sometimes I go to the roof of the building and look out on the city. We're so alone. It reminds me of slavery. I feel so alone in this cage. The tower is just like the cage. It's the same. Everything is the same. I can't take it. I'M JUST A SLAVE AGAIN. I can feel my trust slipping. Frederick doesn't trust me any more. I can see it. It's all so clear. He thinks I'm crazy. But I'm not crazy. I'm a survivalist. I keep alive. It's what I do. That's all I do. In this cage. The food's bad. The food's cold. I

April 27, 2030 We found a woman in the street today. She was lying unconscious, so we brought her back to the tower where she would be safe. After 2 hours, and a thorough checking, she finally awoke. She was frightened for obvious reasons, but Frederick talked her down. He has a way with words. I've never been able to figure out what he did before the bombs. Mainly because I don't care. I shouldn't. Attachment leads to difficulty. As it is, I've decided to not explain anything to them about me. If get stung, I don't want them to have to go through any pain. I can still feel her spirit. Every time I touch her grip. She likes it when I hold