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Have I Been Wrong This Entire Time?Have I been mistaken? Was it wrong of me to follow my dreams and pursue my education to change my career? Was it wrong of me to put my faith in people, who's circumstances changed when they least expected them to; causing my backup plans to fall apart before my eyes? Was I wrong to return home when people needed me the most? Am I to assume that the only way I am to survive this stress is by ridding myself of my baggage and handing myself to those whom I felt I could trust most? Will I have to rid myself of the unconditional love of the animals which saved me from my emotional hell? Am I wrong to assume that it's not alright to feel stress, or fear at the prospect of having nothing to call my own? Am I to sell my things once again to gain funds that I need? Will I need to return to nursing even though my body cannot handle the physical stress?Have I been wrong this entire time?These are the things which have been rippling through my head for over a year. I left Lincoln a year and six
The Ivory TowerFor all the worlds of dream I am left to nothing but the scorched earth of a nightmare’s field. No grass or abundant flora graces this forsaken place. All is brown and dry. Death becomes this place where light shines yet the rain never falls. Here in the crisp wild grasses I lie, awaiting the moment my breath can be caught, as my racing heart welcomes the calls of panic. I know this place. I know this place far better than I dare allow my heart to admit. Beyond the ripples of burnt hues lies the Ivory Tower. Within the tower lies the dread which consumes me far beyond any nightmare of my many years. Within its keep lay the deepest pitch of fear which consumes all brave soul who dare tread. Within this land the pungent odor of decay has overgrown the memory of all flowers of the earth.As each weary breath is counted, the field burns in quickened embers resolving all to dust. With legs shaking and desperate heart beats I am forced by labored step toward the tower. All resolve with
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Lou Townsend-The Abernathy FilesTo be completely frank with you I wasn’t sure if I should have taken the job. But when hard times come money doesn’t grow on trees and I’m sick to death of struggling to find my next meal! You may be wondering why I am writing this, well, let me put it this way, I am not your typical employee. I’m the type of guy that others tend to steer-clear of. I’m the sort of macho, tough guy which no-one really likes with the exception of every girl looking for a bad boy or my buddies. This experience though has more or less changed me. I’m not going to write about a sappy story about being saved by some hand of fate, shit like that don’t appeal to anyone. Nah, I’m writing about my employer. He is the reason I had more or less a change of heart, and lifestyle.First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Louis Townsend. I’m a tough guy from the heart of New York. Most of my family gets their money from dirty dealings. Case and point my uncle