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Today’s society teaches young girls,how to live by the rules that govern lives.How to act, how to eat, how to live.
Girls sacrifice their indiv..
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These tears are not for you.They aren’t my sign of weakness.These tears aren’t even for me.You see them, these small tear drops,but you do..
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Glimmering sunshine,Gives into the allusionOf warmth and happiness.Though it is all a lie.The air is frigid,Breath can be seenIn big clouds.Why was it..
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Tears roll down my face.Frustration, Confusion, Anguish.Three small words, three big feelings,that lead to my tears.I want to do some many things.I wa..
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Head against a pane of glass,eyes staring vacantly at the countryside that passes by.Corn fields, flowery fields, wheat fields, bean fields..pass by, ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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I miss you all.Everyone else misses you too.It's strange without you here, though.I fit like the last piece of a puzzle,Fitting snug to finish the pic..
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Times goes by- erasing, creating.As time goes by it erases memories,but also creates good and bad ones.There are points in this period,where one wishe..
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A little boy, only 5,was walking among the soldiers.His own small booted feet,hitting the ground.He was full grown, but he was young.To battle he is m..
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A little girl, six years old,Lies in her final bed.The last moments of fear, of unmistakable dread,Do not show upon an innocent face.The white-pink, s..
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How do I begin to describe my life as a soldier?How would you understand the pain I have gone through?How would my feelings and hurt be placed on pape..
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