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Beware the monsters, dearest child, Beyond the chain-link fence. Their ways are fierce and dark and wild; Of right they have no sense. Do not approach the fence, my dear, It cannot lead to good. Don't venture out, don't face your fear, Just do as mother would. Speak not to those across it, for Their ways are not our own. Never seek or strive for more, Or question the unknown. And never listen to their words, For what they say is true, And if you ponder what you've heard, You'll find they're just like you.

The dull tap of pebbles on glass When you came to visit me every night The scraping of shoes on roof tiles And the birds chirping at the sunrise When we talked until dawn berated us The laughs of children playing In the park where you gave me that ring The small, hopeful "yes" in response And the gentle tapping of tears Falling at last for the right reasons The murmur of the crowd in the pews As you walked to me down the aisle The solemn words of our vows And the happy offerings of friends As we stepped into life together The patter of feet on linoleum floor When she took her very first steps The crackle of tape on cardboard And the engin

I want to be brave. Brave, like risking everything, Like standing up when others sit, Like getting up each time I fall. I know I can be brave. Brave, like loving unconditionally, Like admitting a secret, Like having faith in the unseen. I will be brave. Brave, like swallowing a grenade, Like facing an angry dragon, Like standing firm through the flames. I am brave. Brave, like one more round, Like Him who gives me strength. Brave, like you.

Hey Iris, it's me. First of all, I'd like to apologize for hurting you. When it all comes down to it, I have you to thank. Without you, who knows if she would have made it this far? You're not the enemy; you've only been doing your best to protect her and keep her safe, and I understand why you take your role as the protector so seriously. You've had so many foes, and you have fought hard to keep them at bay. And in return, all you got was another foe: me. I'm sorry for that, too. At the time, I really didn't understand you. You and I both know that she's not the best at confrontations, and she really does need you to fight on her behalf. I

It's like a blanket That shrouds the world                                         The sun is shining,                                            so why do I feel cold? It's like a suit of armor That weighs me down   &#