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Through falling leaves,the sunshine flows brightly.Illuminating little details-stunningly beautiful.Brilliant shades of colors-flaming reds and orange..
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Scars line my flesh,like mile markers along the highway.Some faded, some pink.Untold secretsthat are only told by the scarsthat now line my wrist.Nigh..
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They say that the loneliest people,cry the most tears and thatthose tears are what makes them stronger.They say that the kindest people,have suffered ..
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Who am I?I am me,but what doesthat truly mean?I am one of a kind,with my mixtureof behaviorsand beliefs.I am a very loyal,proud, determined,outgoing, ..
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You scream,I flinch.You cry,I walk away.You said thatI was a friend.I trusted those words.But now they arejust a broken promise.You fabricated a story..
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My head’s pounding from echoing heartbeats,In these hauntingly empty rooms.So many memories were made here,And now I can only cry seeing them.&l..
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Why? Why is this all repeated?Why must I face fights and arguments?Why must I see this every day?Why?Why do you call yourselves friends-if all you do ..
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We see and we hear.We fear what we don’t.It is in everything that is here,This deep-seated hatred.This fear is irrational.To fear what is not,An..
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Flowers are in bloom, the petals growing from the love of the sun. The sweet scent is given off and floats through the air. A lone figure- me- walks t..
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Hi. My name is Victoria Michelangelo Zachary Charles III, and I am a young seven years old. I am the youngest out of like seven children, only two of ..
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