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Inhaling sweet toxins to steady my shaking hands I sit in wait unsure of what the future holds With no place to go and no past to return to I ..

I couldn�t just watch from under my bed I think it hurt more to see her in pain

By now I know That everything I say Can and will be used against me some day

A Godless sinner prays in a world all her own

It is in these situations that God chokes while outside the rain pours down

Fist to skin is like pencil to paper

Autolysis: When a cell recognizes that it isdamaged beyond repair, it will self-destruct

This is a creative essay I had to write for my comp 1 class. I would appreciate some feedback.

French poem, translation included. The title means Gardener

French poem, translation provided