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Dean was
waiting. The sun felt really hot, as it reflected on his pitch-black hair. He
hated the wait but it would be worth it. His friends were..
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It was wild. He was turning around all the way, upside down. He did not know where he was or who he was anymore. Just a frantic sense of despair took ..
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The sound of the falling rain,
The grayish sky,
Stare at us.
The clouds are sad,
Confused, souls like loss.
The light has faded.
Celebration's..
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What can define friendship?
It is like climbing a tree,
And reaching the top, feeling the freedom.
Friendship is love that lasts.
Perhaps differen..
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Melancholy
The empty halls,The ghostly classrooms,
The walls whispering to me,
Stories of unspeakable horror.
The wind is howling,
The pride is..
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