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PREFACE
I didn’t know what
to expect. I was expecting the end to come quickly, death finally chasing the
very best of me, I stared at my ri..
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They say that black
represents sadness and darkness, but for me, black represents the word
lifeless. I stared on his casket one last time and let th..
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It was the first
day, the first day of having a life again. This was life outside the world I
built around Vince. I was busy finding a
space in the..
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I arrived at his
house in just a matter of 20 minutes. I met his parents, Paul and Annie Wilson.
I also met his cute little brother, who’s jus..
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The second week of
college’s busy week. I was part of the volleyball team, and Professor Michaels
gave me an A+ for my book review. Exams next..
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“ Baby. I’m here.”
A voice said. I wasn’t sure if this is reality, but I wanted it to be.
“ Vince? Vince, is
that y..
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We arrived after
forty five minutes. Heavy traffic today. I was so excited to unwind and to ride
the roller coaster and everything. We rode on every..
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It’s the 23rdof August, I didn’t expect that these announcements would come easy.
“ Okay, class.” Mr.
Howard said. “..
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I woke up with the
sunlight on my shoulder. I scrolled up the curtains and felt the heat. My arm’s
better than it was yesterday, too bad I was..
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Months passed as
impossible as I once thought, I was getting better. On September, I was awarded
as the “best writer”, On November, I vi..
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