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My passion is ...

lending a hand

I know too much about ...

what drugs do to people

My parents always told me ...

Be Yourself

My childhood ambition ...

To be a Teacher

My favorite memory ...

My Creative Writing Class in 06

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Why not

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music

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Waitress

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is when I read my work at a coffee shop..

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Life itself

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing

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She put on her shoes. Tied them Lace by Lace. She walked downstairs She wanted out of this place. She shut the door. Crick by Crick. Her feet hit the pavement, And out she went. Block By Block She stepped to a tune. Step by Step She knew what to do. Park benches aliened Two by Two. All the same color except One was blue. She sat down that cloudy afternoon Feeling empty, Left with no room. She closed her eyes One by One. As her fingers on the Park bench Began to strum. These feelings rose up, Then down. If she fought the voices Long enough Would they slow down? But they didn't Whipping and ...

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