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What Are Your Plans?
Tick, tick, tick. It’s been one hour. Detention. I am still here in this cold classroom. Tick, tick, tick. Silence except for the Tick of...
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Shaken
The Wind sucks in its breath as it braces itself against the shivering cold. All day you can hear its short gasps, getting worse at...
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Why
He stood at the threshold and offered a single word ‘Why?’ I did not need to look up to feel his pain It cried through that word and...
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