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Oh, What to do with the PeopleOh what to do with the people who are ignorant?
What to do with the people who cry wolf?
The clock ticks tocks on and on,
Not stopping for a single soul.
Miracles happen to those who want,
Not to those who need.
We live in an odd world my friends, my darlings.
A world of aches and pains,
Of life and death.
We live this life once, and everything is a rolling circle,
Driven by the same force.
It's Three Years NowThree years ago, Sherlock jumped. Three years ago, Moriarty shot. Three years ago, John carried Sherlock's casket. At first, John had been in denial, believing that Sherlock hadn't really died, and that he was out there somewhere, that this was all just a clever ruse. That he was playing along with Moriarty's game. He had texted Sherlock's phone, and gotten a number no longer in service text back. It hurt. So much. Despite the void in his heart and life, despite everything Sherlock had said before he jumped, he believed that his friend had been no fake. How could he have been?! John just couldn't believe it was all a lie.
After the worst of the pain passed, he was constantly worried and depressed. He was worried about his money and where he was going to find work and what his plan was if he ran out of money. He did find work, eventually. He was able to pay his rent and all the bills and payments. The months and weeks drug on, a mundane job, and an even more mundane life.
Stuck in Salad Bar LimboIt was like any ordinary school day; everyone wanted to go home as soon as they got there. All twenty of us were sitting in our fourth period English class, the bell just about to ring. The boy sitting next to me ask what was for lunch.
The whole class immediatly groaned as though they had all instantly been changed into zombies. The bell rang and everyone jumped up and bolted out of the classroom and down the crowded hallway. Except for me, I stood waiting paitently for my friend as he shoved his English notebook into his backpack. "LET'S GO!" He shouted, walking out the door quickly. I followed him from one end of the building to other until we finally got to the gym where we had to stand in line. "I'm going to have salad bar. Deli sandwiches suck monkey nuts!" He told me. "Yeah, but I'd rather not be stuck in salad bar limbo. Ya know? With nothing but ramone lettuce, cups of shredded cheese, wheat bread, and ice cold lunch meat." I smirked. "Well you can go to deli
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