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Loves
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Reality
I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.
This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise.
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The Sun:
The golden, bright, vibrant sun,shines throughout the day.
It shines brightly on the first day of school.
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Halloween
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
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the pleas of a prisoner
I am in the eighth grade at a junior high school in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard.
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Trick-or-Treat
When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating.
I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one.
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Quilted
She looks like her mother
but takes after her father
in speed of temper and wit
she has eyes like her father
but takes after her mother
in grace and denial of pain.