

The EndThe EndThe End
I know He's near, I can feel Him I don't want him to come. I've been told that you can't elude Him for long, that doesn't stop me from trying.
Fighting Him wears me out but it's worth it. If I didn't fight I wouldn't have seen Lucy graduate, Little Paulie hit his first home run, and Dan,
I wouldn't have met Dan.
He's closing in, making the last adjustments
but it won't take long, He's a master at this. His breath washes over me, and I almost slip away but I snap out of it.
I've got to finish my last goodbye, my


Lonely ChildNobody's home. Father is away on a business trip and Mother is on a shopping outing and won't be home for a few days. Only the help is here who are either in the kitchen or cleaning in various rooms. I never see them, it is a mark of wealth when the help aren't seen or heard.Lonely Child
I sit in the windowsill in the room on the third floor, left hand side of the corridor, 10th room from the stairs on the left. The room is blank, grey walls, empty except for a brown, stiff, straight back chair and a simple desk against the wall. Outside it's raining, I watch the gardner and his apprentice boy try desperately to save the flooded gardens. The
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The problem with today's youth is that I am no longer a part of them
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