Chapter 3-

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"Finally this is the breakfast, lunch, and dinner area..."

"Thank you for showing me around it means a lot Rick"

"No problem... so do you know your way back to your cell?"

"Yes sir"

"Well goodnight Lillie" he chuckles then walks off to sleep.

I walk down the hallway and get my bag I left in the cell I first woke up in I then find Carl's cell. When I walk in the cell I see Carl reading a comic book on the bottom bunk. I sit down my bag taking out a pencil and my notebook climbing up the ladder lying down and cover myself up with the wool blanket. I start writing in my notebook

August 6th

Turning Pages~

I've waited a hundred years...

I'd wait a million more for you,

Nothing prepared me for...

With the privilege of being yours I do,

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch...

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough...

I would have know what I was living for all along,

What I've been living for,

Your love is my turning page...

Only the sweetest words remain,

Every kiss is a cursive line...

Every touch is redefining phrase,

I surrender who I've been for who you are,

Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart,

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours...

I would have known what I've been living for all along,

What I've been living for,

We're tethered to the story we must tell,

When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well,

With the whisper, we will tame the vicious scenes,

Like a feather, bring kingdoms to their knees...


August 6th

I found~

I'll use you as a warning sign...

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind,

And I'll use you as a focal point...

So I don't lose sight of what I want,

And I've moved further than I thought I could...

But I miss you more than I thought I would,

And I'll use you as a warning sign...

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind,

Oh and I found love where it wasn't suppose to be...

Right in front of me...

Talk some sense to me,

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