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Dear New Girl, My name is Jessamine, but most people called me Jessie. Yes, I did just write 'called.' I'm dead. I'm a ghost and I live here with you...
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Dear Haley, I awoke the morning of April 7,1987 and quickly showered, dressed, and ate breakfast with my father. We left at the same time. I went to s..
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A bad poem with a good message
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Philippians 4:6-7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation
through prayer and petition, with t..
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*VIOLENCE*
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A really short story...
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I stood in a field of rosesbreathing in the smell of the light pink flowersTheir scent wafted through my nose.In the aroma, lied a pungent power.I cri..
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This town I live in is bustling with people.They drive around town, steeple after steeple.They wave as they drive past,remembering your first name but..
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"Oh my god! Did you know Grace and Brent are dating now?" Cara asks. She points her finger to the new couple standing at Brent's locker. "He could do..
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Based on Gabbie Hanna's poem 'Stranger'.
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