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Buildings freckled with bright lights1
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Book-friends all come out to play, my bed becomes a magic sleigh, Imagination rules the day...I am young enough.
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It glistens in this dim and muggy room1
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Her feet, numb with pain as she stumbled down the cold, lonely streets of New York; the alleys, paved with chilling pebbles managed to create perfect indentations upon her rough, yet fragile souls that told stories of past ha
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Children, children.
Hiding in their apple orchard.
Safe amongst the leaves,
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Finally part 6 sorry i wrotte it late ^^'
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“We’re going on the trails today?” I shout, a gleeful child of three small years. A short, somewhat chubby child, having hair not unlike an oak tree. Strong like the trunk, thick like the branches, dark like the bark, and blo
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Before I start i want to say that it is the first time i ever wrote a poem.1
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A simple object calls much to mind.
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I thought it would only be 400 words or so...haha oops.
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exhaustion. work. procrastanation.1
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by Rawrr.
400 words, 2 comments,
on Jan 21 11:56 AM. In Childhood, Dark, Depression, First person, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Personal, Sad
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This was a true story. And this was the thing that formed who I am today.
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Six-years-old is a difficult time to be crushed by the weight of the world. There's the occasional skinned knee, realizations about various
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Ah... reminiscence 
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As I was reading this contest I knew exactly what I would write about. Ha, I can see it vividly within my mind now. When I was around 8 or 9 I LOVED the Backstreet Boys. I mean, they were the boy band that many young fan girl
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Music plays drifting through the night air1
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1 / The young boy of eight lay his head down on his bedroom floor, his right ear pressed down firmly to the wooden boards and listened to the jolly birthday music that floated from the floor bell
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As soon as the sun set, my energy began. My internal body clock was bursting with vitality. It wasn’t even close to shutting down for the night. Everyone else in the house was yawning and stretching, slipping into pajamas
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Remember when we used to put our hearts into friendships? It didn’t matter if it was convenient or if you were of the same social class. The rich played with the poor because we didn’t know the difference. If your best fr
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On January 1st, 1973, I turned 10 years old.
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Such acts of selfish intents has been a downfall for all mortals gifted with freewill.
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I was eight when the tooth fairy forgot to switch my tooth with a quarter when I was sleeping. / I was sure that it was mom who really did
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Im on my own, / been left alone. / No light, / and Im always kept from sight. / I feel no love, / nor I feel pain. / In the end, it all feels the same. / Im wont whisper, /
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It was a warm bright day. The orange, yellowish sun and clouds pierced though the living room window, which was perfect because of where I
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On a sunny day in April of my seventh year, I found myself running around my back lawn with my dog. It was the first sunny day in a few days and I was excited to be outside. I fell to my knees and rolled over onto my back. I stared at the baby blue sky, b
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