Grown

Grown

A Story by Proletariat Uprising
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No longer a kid.

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He sat in the barbershop chair. His new, respectable clothes were covered in a black cloth. Clip, clip, clip; as each lock of his long hair fell to the floor, his youth slowly died away.

© 2011 Proletariat Uprising


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Proletariat Uprising
A piece of flash I wrote during math class, instead of focusing on the lecture (which probably explains my "C"). It made me go OMG, SO DEEEEP!!!!11!!!

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Proletariat Uprising
Proletariat Uprising

Brooksville, FL



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I write occasionally. It's about the only creative thing about me. Life has been slowing down my writing, rather than giving me a chance to sharpen my skills (I admit my work is rough around the edg.. more..

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