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I'm thinking
About the last time
I was okay.
Before the cancer
The nausea,
The chemo of today.
I'm thinking
Of how one day
I was so sure
Then..
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A world I want to go to, but when I open my eyes at the end... It's back to following the same beat, same rhyme, same monotonous pace.
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WHO ARE YOU?
That was our writing prompt, and it glared out at all of us. The puke green marker squeaked as Ms. Redd cursed us with yet another unwan..
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My paper slipped to the desk lightly. Ms. Redd smiled as if she anticipated reading it, and it seemed slightly more real than the smiles she’d g..
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Kayleigh ambushed me as soon as English was over. “He’s got a brother!” she told me so seriously that you’d think it was the o..
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The strong smell of cologne and perfume was choking me. Never had I liked the bus. For some kids, that’s the one time of the day they do their h..
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After yesterday, I found myself drawing more often, and I found myself drawn to the basketball gym again. It was likely to see me with music in my ear..
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When I was eight, I got a bicycle for my birthday. It was red, and I absolutely cherished it. My little fingers curled and uncurled around the handle..
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When Connor asked me when I’d been most scared, I told him that story. We’d been walking for about two hours now, alternating from silence..
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Waking up Friday morning, though not easy, was simpler than my usual fight to keep from going back to sleep. It was a sad irony that now my dreams had..
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