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The girl and the Problem
There was a problem,a problem that didn't have a soulution.
The problem was stuck there...alone...crying and suffering
Then,a little girl came,she asked what was wrong.The problem told her what was wrong
The girl sat there for a minute,then hugged the little problem...And she was diagnosed with the problem...
She cried herself to sleep.
She didn't trust anyone
She was so quiet.
The problem felt horrible,the problem spreaded to its first real friend
The only way to get her to forget her suffering,the problem had to leave.
The girl didn't want her friend to leave,even though she suffered,she cared for her problem.
The problem didn't want her to suffer,it didn't want to see her cry,so,the problem left
And took the girls heart with it
She forgot all about it.
She didn't suffer or cry herself to sleep.
She was happy.
She felt some sorrow in her depths in her heart.
She began to remember.
She collapsed crying
She woke up in the hosipatal
She bolted up and asked,Where is problem?!
Numa's lost memory part 5:The fake girl
Layla:That we're gonna die here.
Fake Me:No you won't!
Layla:Is it really you?
Fake Me:Yes!Of course!I got trapped but I escaped!
Layla:-Hugs-We missed you!
Rena:We came across my dead mother!
Me: Oh it must have been horrible!
Layla:We still haven't found the flower stone!Who knows whats happened to Numa and Shadowfire!
Fake Me:I'm sure their okay.
Rena:Ugh,At least we are all back together!
Fake Me: Oh!And I know the way to the flower stone!
Fake Me:Yes!Follow me!-Runs-
Rena:So,how did you find it?
Fake Me:I saw it when I was dragged away!
Layla: But!How come we didn't see it?
Fake Me:I guess you all weren't paying attention!
Rena:Where are we?!
Layla:I can't see a thing!
Fake Me:-Smirk-Welcome...To death...
Fake Me:I'm not your friend!She is still missing!AHAHAHAHAH
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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