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Dear depression,Nice to see you again. We met years ago,Ten years old I was. You started as just the "Summer blues."But you wereOh so much more. Schoo..
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I will no longer keep this a secret.
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Natalia Ermacora placed her fingers on her phone after she received a text message. No thoughts crossed her mind, as usual. She was consumed in her ow..
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Jordon Trent adjusted his cranberry red tie. He admired his clean shave, wrinkle-free clothes, and his perfect dark brown hair. Tonight was the night...
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James Blair was a callous type. He showed almost no emotion; when he did, it was subtle. His little sister was on her magenta bike and her hands were ..
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The soft, white snowflakes gracefully dropped from the sky and coated the Earth. There was a chill in the air that nipped at your fingers, begging for..
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Natalia's bare feet touched the soft carpet beneath her. The sunlight shone through the windows that were tinted with frost. The slight chill in her h..
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Natalia's eyes fluttered as she regained consciousness. A hand was placed on her back. She started to stir, letting out a groan. A heavy feeling was w..
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Jordon's alarm clock yelled at him. He groaned. His bed was soft and warm like a loaf of bread, his body was relaxed. Jordon's arm extended from under..
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Jordon Trent heavily reached up and put his arm on James's shoulder. "How's it goin'?" Jordon slurred. He laid a sloppy kiss on his cheek and James gr..
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