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"It's just like him to wander off in the Evergreen Park" I heard someone whisper. I was lying under a pile of boards, just trying to stay warm in Grey City as the snow fell. Yes, I had gotten into the Evergreen Park. I knew the consequences if I got caught. All I wanted was to feel free. The Evergreen Park was well, an evergreen park. A park full of trees and grass and life that the people of Grey City weren't allowed into. I knew not of the full consequences, but, at least I got to taste freedom. I closed my eyes for merely seconds, before I heard several quick crunches in the snow approaching me. The Keepers shined a flash light in my eyes, making me blink. They grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet as they dragged me to my fate. The bewildered and disappointed faces of my fellow Grey City dwellers made me look to each face for a sign of one soul brave enough to be proud of me. Their dirty faces only frowned, showing no signs of anyone like myself. I shrugged, I had nothing left to live for anyway. What my destiny had in store was only relief to the pain the people of Grey City go through. They dragged me to a stage, and I sighed, thinking I would be hung. Instead, they threw me at the stage and told me to get up. I stood and looked at them quizzically. "Sing!" a Keeper yelled, commanding me to do something I had no problem with. I shrugged, and let my mouth guide me for what I was to sing. For a second, I was blank, but then my voice began to work. "And this time I think you'll know... You're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell!" I sung. People were peeking their heads from shop windows, and coming from the alleys. They had started to gather as my voice led me to the words I needed to help these sad people.

The princess was being checked up for a deathly sickness. People prayed she did not survive. She was a cruel girl, spoiled rotten, and brain-washed by her father and mother. The doctor gave her a white cream, checking her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. I knew she was just a regular child like the ones that roam the streets with myself, but she was lost in this world as princess. She would often walk about the roads. She would pick things up, and play with the Grey City children. She was trying to find something she liked, so she could resurface her own self. I know she's been to the Evergreen Park multiple times. I've seen her do it. Yet, no one is brave enough to report her, for, her father would have them dead. When the children ask her is she is happy, she replies with a yes. That she enjoys her life as princess, and that she could not be more happy.
When the Queen and King heard she was sick, they paraded her around in a large cradle. They bound her wrists and ankles to the cradle, so she could not do anything for herself. She then heard the singing. She requested to be brought to me, and so, she was.

I had continued to sing, and more people had gathered. They were whispering and talking, keeping an eye on the road. "And this time I think you'll know..." I paused, seeing the princess be rolled into the crowd. She looked up at me with bright eyes, begging me to sing. I looked down at her and continued. "You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell!" I serenaded, and she looked up at me. She stood in the cradle, the strings breaking from her wrists and ankles. She rose into the air, for the Lord had taken her himself. Her father and mother looked up in anguish as their daughter left them. People from the crowd rose also, the Lord requesting them himself as I sung. "You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out." I looked up at the sky as more people gathered around me, many of them rising. People gasped and cried for their loved ones, alas, to no prevail. The princess of Grey City was looking down on the smiling, as I sung my lungs dry. "There is more to know.." I muttered, then continued my singing. "We're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell". I leapt off the stage, "so tell me!" I called, and sang. "You're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out! You will live to tell! You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out! You will live to tell!" I sang, walking and watching people rise into the snowy sky. "You're not alone." I sang up into the air. "You're not, you're not alone." I sang loudly. Maybe my mother would hear me. And be proud.

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"It's just like him to wander off in the Evergreen Park" I heard someone whisper. I was lying under a pile of boards, just trying to stay warm in Grey City as the snow fell. Yes, I had gotten into the Evergreen Park. I knew the consequences if I got caught. All I wanted was to feel free. The Evergreen Park was well, an evergreen park. A park full of trees and grass and life that the people of Grey City weren't allowed into. I knew not of the full consequences, but, at least I got to taste freedom. I closed my eyes for merely seconds, before I heard several quick crunches in the snow approaching me. The Keepers shined a flash light in my eyes, making me blink. They grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet as they dragged me to my fate. The bewildered and disappointed faces of my fellow Grey City dwellers made me look to each face for a sign of one soul brave enough to be proud of me. Their dirty faces only frowned, showing no signs of anyone like myself. I shrugged, I had nothing left to live for anyway. What my destiny had in store was only relief to the pain the people of Grey City go through. They dragged me to a stage, and I sighed, thinking I would be hung. Instead, they threw me at the stage and told me to get up. I stood and looked at them quizzically. "Sing!" a Keeper yelled, commanding me to do something I had no problem with. I shrugged, and let my mouth guide me for what I was to sing. For a second, I was blank, but then my voice began to work. "And this time I think you'll know... You're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell!" I sung. People were peeking their heads from shop windows, and coming from the alleys. They had started to gather as my voice led me to the words I needed to help these sad people.

The princess was being checked up for a deathly sickness. People prayed she did not survive. She was a cruel girl, spoiled rotten, and brain-washed by her father and mother. The doctor gave her a white cream, checking her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. I knew she was just a regular child like the ones that roam the streets with myself, but she was lost in this world as princess. She would often walk about the roads. She would pick things up, and play with the Grey City children. She was trying to find something she liked, so she could resurface her own self. I know she's been to the Evergreen Park multiple times. I've seen her do it. Yet, no one is brave enough to report her, for, her father would have them dead. When the children ask her is she is happy, she replies with a yes. That she enjoys her life as princess, and that she could not be more happy.
When the Queen and King heard she was sick, they paraded her around in a large cradle. They bound her wrists and ankles to the cradle, so she could not do anything for herself. She then heard the singing. She requested to be brought to me, and so, she was.

I had continued to sing, and more people had gathered. They were whispering and talking, keeping an eye on the road. "And this time I think you'll know..." I paused, seeing the princess be rolled into the crowd. She looked up at me with bright eyes, begging me to sing. I looked down at her and continued. "You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell!" I serenaded, and she looked up at me. She stood in the cradle, the strings breaking from her wrists and ankles. She rose into the air, for the Lord had taken her himself. Her father and mother looked up in anguish as their daughter left them. People from the crowd rose also, the Lord requesting them himself as I sung. "You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out." I looked up at the sky as more people gathered around me, many of them rising. People gasped and cried for their loved ones, alas, to no prevail. The princess of Grey City was looking down on the smiling, as I sung my lungs dry. "There is more to know.." I muttered, then continued my singing. "We're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out. You will live to tell". I leapt off the stage, "so tell me!" I called, and sang. "You're not alone. There is more to this I know. You can make it out! You will live to tell! You're not alone. There is more to this, I know. You can make it out! You will live to tell!" I sang, walking and watching people rise into the snowy sky. "You're not alone." I sang up into the air. "You're not, you're not alone." I sang loudly. Maybe my mother would hear me. And be proud.