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I've been to three weddings so far this year; and with each I find myself being asked by someone the same question that makes me resent weddings even more. "When are you going to get married?" If only it were possible to truly sink into the crust of the earth or instantly hide in that quiet and safe place in my mind. Whenever I hear those words, I feel a bit of anger and resentment towards the person who said it. I want to lash out at them for asking something so personal; but in reality, it's a question that I have been avoiding to answer. Fake smiles and giggles can only go so far. As I partook in each wedding I kept going over in my mind all of the "what if's" and "if only's" of the future I might have with Zack. I mean, neither of us are in the place we said we'd be five years ago. We haven't finished our studies, Zack is the only one working right now, we haven't saved up any money, we spend more than we make, we...

It's too hot here my neck is scorching with this chain holding me down I can't move If I do, they'll see me They'll coming rushing to burn me even more They hold those weapons in their hands Long poles with fire emanating out of them They circle around me If I even twitch, they'll see I don't want them to know that I'm still alive Barely alive, really Hiding myself in this shell I'm trapped in I have no choice but to slowly die here I made a mistake It was a trap from the beginning A trap to corner me here and hold me down They want my blood They want everything I have I can't let that happen I can't give up These material things that brought me here They looked intriguing and friendly Harmless at first Till I realized that they were nothing But a scheme To show me how foolish I was To show me how alone I am To show me how my soul would soon be theirs I won't lie I'm afraid I avoid looking into my captor's faces For if I do I feel as ...