Prologue: The Man I AmA Chapter by ChelseaPrologue:
The Man I Am A magazine lies upon the sidewalk. I pick up
its crumpled self and flip it open to the first page. The page is of a family. They are sitting upon a couch, glued to the
television. The Mom and Dad are cuddled into a knot; their hands are entwined
in a loving embrace. Their children, with mirrored faces of the parents, are
sitting in perfect harmony. My hand grips the paper, crumpling this
sweet picture. Just like my perfect family was. © 2011 ChelseaFeatured Review
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22 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 19, 2011 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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