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i wrote this in year 8 with a friend for music, we were doing protest songs. if you sing this with the instrumental version of "hot and cold" by Katy ..
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Loud. That’s all I remember. Everywhere, I could feel it, hear it, smell the burning rubber. Everything became so slow, seconds felt like hours,..
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The breeze came gently across, carrying with it the fresh scent of moist grass. It rustled the leaves of the huge red gum tree where Landon and I sat...
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Week after week and still he didn’t come. But that first day, that first kiss, it stayed with me forever. So every time I heard a rumour, or Mr ..
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“So, what’s with you and Landon, huh?” Sam asked, as he leaned against my locker door. This was weeks after Landon’s arrival, ..
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The street lights blurred together as I pushed the accelerator. Time had no value as I flew past red lights and stunned drivers. My destination was La..
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I had to write this for school on body image. enjoy!
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On the other side of the world, lies a place called Home...
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This is me expressing the one question that I can never answer: what is the purpose of war?
It was inspired by a song called Heart of Courage, by Tw..
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the story of the unexpected power of young love
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