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Your bright, blue eyes,Look dull and gray.I hope to bring light to them,Some other day.Your lovely smile,Is turned upside down.I hope I can change tha..
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Work.Stress.Kids.Mess.Money.Spent.People.Met.Tears.Loss.Careers.Boss.Singing.Rain.Cringing.Pain.A year.A day,Gone away.Fear.Breath.Death.
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This is a fictional diary entry written by a young, homeless girl during the depression.
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Sweet waves ofDeep blue-greenDance back and forthUnder a shining sun.I listen to the waves Crash against the shoreAnd the plopping of fishFalling back..
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You'll just have to read to find out!
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Lily is shy. So is Bekey. Bekey wants a friend. So does Lily. When Lily was three, she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. When Bekey was five, she beca..
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The fanspun in its rhythmic, circular pattern, around and around, making her dizzy.The calming hum it produced usually put her straight to sleep, but ..
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School for herwas like a jailhouse, a tomb from which she could not escape. Even though she had lived in Macomb her whole life, she was always treated..
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I compleatly scrapped the old chapter because it didn't meet my standereds. Hope you enjoy!
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This is the same incident from Chapter 3, just in Bekey's point of view.
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