House of gold

House of gold

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Twenty One Pilots
A place of escape,to forget everything.To discard of trashed memories and make new ones.A safe house for teenagers like you and i,we hide,we play.We cry. We find comfort in each others sadness and jealousy in people's happiness.They call us sick and twisted,messed up minds of modern society.But we are simply normal,the average living of today's world.Parading are flaws like high earned meddles is what we do best.Our eyes glow with mischief as the burning fires dance under the stark moonlight. The house of gold is what we call our refuge,our safe place to not hide but be our true selves,they say we are all broken but truthfully they envy our ability to see more of the word.The thin,sheet-like layers are visible in our eyes.They don't know what we are capable of,neither do we.So we travel from far distances to seek answers to our never solved questions,we run to the house of gold begging for help.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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