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Don't grab my wrists, I might say.It takes me back to places--places I don't want to stay.I'll start breathing hard,like I did when..you know.. it hap..
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First it started off,it was all clear.Everything felt right,being right here.Being close to you,that was my dream.You and I,the perfect team.Soon we f..
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This is a poem that I wrote for my English class.
It's alright, I suppose, and I thought I should share it with you.
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Hear the pitter patter of rain falling,hear the ceasing of birds calling.Some find the sound seldom so,filled with drear and weeping woe.That of which..
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Meet Maya.
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Meet Brendan
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I jolted up in bed. I rubbed at my eyes and grabbed my phone. Sunday, April 27th, 3:47 AM.I laid my head back on my pillow. Why am I awake? One of th..
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-good description when I'm farther along-
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