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The moon was bright tonight, hanging low in the almost cloudless sky. When he had begun his trip, a mere 10 minutes earlier, the moon had been a pale orange color, light orange sherbet ice cream. Now it hung a little higher then before, slowly changing to its normal bone white color. Music played through the small headphones in his ear, drowning out his mother and younger sister chatting in the front seat. Every so often his younger sister would reach back to get his attention. Looking out through the windows of the middle seat of the SUV he sat in, he looked out over the view with a slight depressed attitude. Things were going badly at school for him, but that was far away at the moment, several hours later, the next day. Right now, now he sat, looking out over the hills and valleys that made up the town, his CD player piping Jason Mraz into his ears, dreaming of a life that did not carry these burdens, but others, ones that he would gladly accept for the chance to get out of the ones he carried now.

Too soon the trip ended, and he reached his home. At least, the place that was the closest thing that he could call a home. And so he went inside, forgetting his dream for a moment, returning to a world full of burdens he did not wish to carry, a world full of pain, sorrow, pleasure and pride. A world full of things that he would have to face, with a few spots of peace to rest inside, to forget what it was that he had to do when it was time to move on. Places where he could return to his dreams, and live in a world that was the way that he thought things should be. A world that would one day end when he finally slept for the last time as he moved through the real world. A real world, one that we call...

"Life".

R.I.P April Fisher
June 17, 1987 - July 10, 2003


R.I.P Rebecca Kirtman
April 9, 1987 - August 20, 2003
"It's the little things that make a big difference"
http://www.beccascloset.com


R.I.P Dominic Francis
August 27, 1984 - January 7, 2004


R.I.P Uncle Fritz
March 21, 2004


Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don’t belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don’t know what it’s like
When nothing feels alright
You don’t know what it’s like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
But deep inside you’re bleeding

No you don’t know what it’s like
When nothing feels alright
You don’t know what it’s like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Welcome to my life

No one ever lies straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I’m happy
But I’m not gonna be ok

Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don’t know what it’s like
What it’s like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Welcome to my life

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