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I found my memories, where they lay, Inside my hollow mind. I wonder what else there is that I will come to find. The memories may be a blessing, I did not know were there, Yet I know they could be frightening, To think them I should not dare. Perhaps they'll unlock my past, One I don't want to see, Though their absense makes me empty, Keeps a hole inside of me. Should I watch my memories, Like the motion pictures play? Or leave them where they've settled, In the corner of my brain? They could show me a new world, Or the world I've tried to leave behind. For now I'll let them sit there, Inside my hollow mind.

I ran through the blood chilling darkness of the night, following the sound of her screams. It was hard to see through the pouring rain, as it came down to the ground, hitting my skin like sharp razors as I ran through the forest. Her screams led me to the light house, where I'd known she would be. I ran up the endless flight of stairs. "Jeremy," she screamed. But her voice was faint, "Don't." That was when I heard the gunfire; I ducked down just as the bullet hit the railing by my side with an ear piercing clang. I then found myself in the open again, the strong winds blowing and the rain hitting my face like blades, making it harder to se