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The Overwoods - 120,494 words - 611 pages - 154a
The Overwoods - 120,494 words - 611 pages - 152a_updated
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/76627/midnights-notebooks-the-overwoods-mirrors-format
The Overwoods - 119,881 words - 151a_updated
147a
145b
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note from the author:
hi, purrfiction readers!
if you prefer the style and vibe of royalroad, this book is also posted to their website (as two separate entries).
you may visit royalroad.com and search "overwoods" and you'll find the complete book (all of the chapters, plus random bonuses)!
also- i recorded the original poems and songs and dumped them all onto youtube.com/realnotperfectofficial.
: DDDD
diary poem incoming
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have the ravens not told you
what you will never kill
unkindnesses or murders
are all above you still
watch me wide awake
unafraid whilst undefeated
beyond you and your plague
of the vile and of rage
have the ravens not told you
you will see me run
away from you and all the damage you've not done
above all of your misery
of your sickness, of your scum
as low as you are you still cannot drag me
for once i have gone it is you who will see me
i will not see you back
you are neither train nor the tracks
you threw a boulder in my way
when i was weak as ever
i lifted it still, despite your hurricane weather
remember that you lied
remember that you stole
you wanted me under when you dug your holes
but your grave is set and that's where you'll be
you will know once again that i will run free
despite what you have set and what you have burned
despite your broken head you are what i unlearned
you cannot place on me all that you are
what angers you daily is that i am unmarred
by the same self-infliction that you put on yourself
the truth is, you hate heaven
so you stepped on my shell;
you hated my heaven because you know very well:
you can hate all of heaven-
you still belong in hell.
what you spat in venom you inflicted to yourself
you wanted me to take all that you could not sell
what you cannot have you call a lie
even though the lying one is truly you inside
but all that you do speaks of you and not me
or anyone else which frankly anyone can see
because you cannot blind what you covered with lies
it was my dead body that you tried to hide
i saw you clearly even though i was a child
but that boy that you murdered a greater force revived
for all of the darkness that you placed on me
even the ravens wished for me to be free
and the crows by the river, of blood and of rocks
you will forever be lower than even the darkest of flocks
and even the blackest of wings, they rescue me still
because even the scummiest of others
even they want you killed
