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Hush little baby, don’t you cry, Daddy’s gonna sing you a lullaby. And if that lullaby plays slow, then little baby don’t you know. Daddy’s gonna try for all his worth, but sometimes life just gets worse. Hush little baby, don’t make a sound, sunny days will soon come ’round.

I’m bleeding. I don’t really know why I’m surprised, the bullet went right through me. I guess I just wasn’t expecting to bleed quite this much.
It’s quiet. Good. I don’t think I could’ve handled it if it wasn’t.
I lay here dying, staring up at the stars. And I’m thinking, this isn’t how I wanted to go. I wanted to touch those stars some day. I guess fate isn’t always on my side.

I promise to stand by you, through thick and thin. I promise to stand for you, if you ever fall again. I promise to stand with you, through whatever you may face. And I promise to walk with you, through life’s unending race.

The Lord of Time sat on his box, and pondered all creation. Nothing was spared from his thoughts, or his fascination. He found a girl and took her hand, so they could have great fun. And when danger struck he’d stand by her side, in her ear he’d whisper “Run.”

So much is dysfunctional. Dysfunctional families, relationships, homes, workplaces. It’s sad, really, to think that there’s so much in the world that just doesn’t work.

There is no science in love and war. For some reason, this is the only phrase that comes to mind with this word. I shall let you decipher it yourselves.