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Pumped Up Kicks -Hetalia-Alfred awoke that morning, and it seemed like any other. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and dragged himself out of bed. His house was eerily silent, because as always, he was alone. His dad used to leave before he woke up and came home after he slept (And Sometimes he didn't come home at all). It was the only way to bring home the money, his father used when Alfred complained. So Alfred stopped complaining. Alfred stopped feeling. He got used to being alone.
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He stared into the mirror, and sleepless hazel eyes looked back at him. He'd only managed 2 hours of sleep today. To say he had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. Of course, by himself, he had a lot of time to think.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
His thoughts consumed him, though over time, they had changed from one thing to another. When he
June 6th, 1944. H-Hour, D-Day
As our boat pushes forward
I look ahead,
to see the beaches,
covered with many dead.
I grab my rifle, ready to fight
I will give them all, all my might.
I see a bullet fly by
and hit a comrade in the eye
and as he screams and runs about,
another bullet brings him down.
All of us are in a panic
as the boat pulls into shore,
I hear gunfire, and the ocean's loud roar.
I charge forward as fast as I can
and as I'm running,
I pass a dead man.
His eyes wide open,
full of fear,
knowing he would never leave here.
It's a tragedy that he died
because he was a friend of mine.
But now he's gone and I must fight,
and drive them back with all my might.
I take cover beneath a fallen tank
and watch as my platoon takes the flanks.
Suddenly artillery hits the ground,
like god's mighty wrath,
it takes many down.
I see friends dieing all around
But I can't hear anything,
Not a sound.
I once again charge forth as fast as I can
just to pass another dead man.
This time he was not my friend,
but another soldie
Pumped Up KicksEvery day, Robert walked home from school alone
By himself was always the way, on his commute
His classmates would pause, to watch him for a moment
Their passing glances feeling like heavy stares upon the back of Robert's tired shoulders
Once locked in his room alone
Passing time by watching clocks
Class assignments lay, untouched, in the corner
Collecting dust, as their due dates unknowingly passed
One by one, striking marks upon Robert's grades.
The air is cool, and autumn has come.
The leaves are falling as grey clouds under a bright sun tower overhead
Robert doesn't know
His blinds are shut, artificial night surrounding him
His mind is clear, and his hopes are high
While a blind grin stretches from ear to ear
Robert's mind repeats what it had been saying all week
"Daddy will be home from work tonight! He said he's bringing me a surprise."
This daily routine, of walking alone and waiting for his father occurring slowly, hour by hour, built up until they were masses of time
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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