Running Through Acuderfield

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RP
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Joined: Sun Jul 31, 2005 10:48 pm

Tue Aug 09, 2005 10:16 am

Two days ago I found this house and

It’s my house now yes I know they

Don’t always come at night-time but they

Always come when you’re asleep so I just don’t sleep at all I can’t say

I know how it started I said I

Don’t know how it fucking started and its never going to stop because there’s

No-one alive without that and the

Last person I saw was three days ago it was

Like a fireworks show when they set fire to his barn so I

Can’t stop running because they’ll hear me breathing and I’ve

Got asthma and I wheeze when I’m scared jesus I’m

Always fucking scared and frantic nowadays yet I can feel my bloodshot eyes they

Sting so much and my ears haven’t stopped buzzing since

I saw them with that child it was

The most evil I could ever see oh my god listen

They’re still screaming I’ve got to hide somewhere better than this but

I don’t know if I can keep running from them because my feet are dead and

Blistered I told you they didn’t listen and I told you that

They never listen

Didn’t I?!



I broke into this house with my

Fist straight through the glass pane I wrapped it in my outdoors

Coat it’s so odd they

Can’t figure out windows for some reason so I’ve

Been crawling on my belly and swallowing whatever I can find I’m

Thirsty and I want to feel the rain on my

Hands and my tongue

Without the hair on my neck pricked up because I

Remember what it was like to be still without being anxious and feeling

Nauseous and guilty when I cry it’s

That broken streetlight outside that reminds me of them it’s

Blinking and has been for an hour no

I’ve been clearing my thoughts because they say a

One-tracked mind is what’s needed in desperate times but I can’t stop thinking about



What I saw on Tuesday morning.
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