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                                The Adventures of Hassco the Paperclip One day not long ago in a normal house in the country, there was an ordinary desk. In one of the desk’s drawers were some even more ordinary paperclips. That all changed one day when lightning struck the house. The paperclips in the drawers came to life with their own personal thoughts, feelings and opinions. They started to create an enormous city that would later be called “The City of Lazy Boy Furniture.” There are a lot of things I could tell you about the paperclip city but this is the most important. It is about a very special paperclip named Clip

                                      Perfect Perfect. It’s not something you can gain, have, or work for.             So I’m going to stop searching for you.                   I want to be what I want to be.                                          Me.

Dye, Die, Dye Try, try, try, Die, die, die, Nothing kills them, Try, try, try, No die this time, Try this dye, Dye, die, dye, The burn, sting, tingle, itch, and twitch,  Twitch, twitch, twitch, Pull, pull, pull, New, new, new, Laugh, laugh, laughs, Behind my back, Sting, burn, itch, Banished, Never to return, All except for the Laugh, laugh, laughs, Behind my back. Banished I thought, Ha, Now I am an outsider, Trapped with words, That are not my own. The laughs continue, But still I am me, Or so I thought. It is a double edged sword, Less pain, but more laughs, What route would you take? Later As for th

Rain in the day is like sorrow in the night. Attic light is like light in the pit of darkness. Vain is an earthly passion. Eternity is still just a number. Never will the sun come again, for I have lost you forever.

Words of confinement With every word I write I am sinking deeper into solitary confinement. And deeper out of reality. With every word I read I get shadowed with it. With every book I read I get swallowed up by it.

My Life My life shattered and now I’m lost, My problems are like permafrost. They hide behind me and wait, Till I’m alone and bake, They hit me like weights, And memories that I can’t shake. My life’s a horrid wreck, All hid under my neck. My fears stalk behind me and creep, As the little birdie peeps. Some day I will be in the ground, For I do not ware a crown. I carry extra baggage all day long, Something I can’t prolong.

Outside Pain Some pain is sensed not and felt not, But sometimes you need an outward view to know the pain is there.

Salvation They think know the secrets I hold, But they will never know what I’ve never told. For no one can know the untold, For the untold has never been spoken to no one and any one. I now keep my salvation with the untold and unspoken.