2 | The Endless Forest

Stopped Waiting
[Rebel]
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_{Like night couldn't have come any earlier. And the rolling whistles of old trains,

and things that fell of them could sing threw my head. Police sirens howl at there mighty hunt. And our little field silenced it all out. Just for us and no one else. We sat on top of our rebel, our peak. We howled at the moon and cracked our jokes. And it was as if the world had stood still for a night that was never thought to come.

Every echo that came from the forest beyond was a reminder of our existence. Every dance was a reminder of our troubles. Every shake of a voice was our souls crying out for more. And at our rebel, and our peak. The world was ours, we bought it.

World will bring us trouble. And we look up to the sky, watch the morning clouds blow sweet kisses from god to help us get through. We could easily jump of our rebel, but we stand. World will bring us sadness. We will find a way to get through it. World bring us anger. Age may help us control it.

Night came early. Rolling whistles of wind. And here we sit. On our peak, our rebel. Blowing

sweet kisses to the ones who know that night is for only the ones who sleep.}

2
[The Blue Window]
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_{Rain fell through the air, and soon simered down and the sun whipped butter along our feild. In the window, that we stared out of to veiw our confused world, we did a foolish thing. Butterfleis and caterpillars danced around us and handed us our games.

We joined the fun. We joined the foolishness, truly we weren't entirly aloud. Dancing.}