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Sometimes what we are most thankful for, is the thing we least see in our lives.
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This is my letter to you, it will never be good enough, I can never be grateful enough, never be worthy enough to even stand before you..
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The wind softly whispers1
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A boy who sits in the corner and reads all day1
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My sweat and blood and tears and breath have gone into her and she is my very life's work. My hands have guided the tools which have shaped the cold marble, and my eyes have observed and noted and corrected and improved. My l
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A teenage boy who kept his faith.
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a picture to shiver and hope by.
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The school is old and cold. She is sitting in an old dance room. Nobody ever uses that room anymore - it's way too small, and not modern enough. Sometimes, it is used for practice, not often though. The floor is wooden and du
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It was only when, I had snuggled deep down into my duvet that wonderful memories swiftly passed through my mind. Even though the memories w
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The old woman sighed as her daughter crossed the room and shut the blinds against the moon's soft glow and the stars that sparkled millions
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What makes me truly happy is happiness.
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I embarked on the journey alone, not knowing who I was. The eternal bliss, guided me. It set fire to my soul, a burning sensation I've ne
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This is a song, inspired by Honto no Jibun (Buono) - Shugo Chara (anime series)
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A poem that I quickly wrote...
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I Walked Into My New Classroom. I could feel that my hands were almost shaking. I Sat On The Carpet With The Other Children. I happened To sit in between a dark blond haired boy, with the similar hair color as mine, and a gi
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Drip...drip...drip....the sound of my tears hitting the journal beneath me rings in my ears as I sit in a daze. Thinking only of him. The o
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What is religion? My definition is: Religion is humanity's spiritual, emotional, and intellectual response to existence. It began as humanity began to develop emotional, intellectual, and spiritual awareness and was convey
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--Beep beep beep-- Menacing noises from machines ring throughout the hospital room. It seems like everything is spinning and it will never
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I love the warmth of the steaming cup of hot chocolate with the small, white marsh mellows drifting in the opulence of the murky liquid beneath my hands, as I cover them with the tips of my sleeves. I'm sitting on a plush cou
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