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Thursday, January 9, 2014

What I learned, a poem

What I learned, a poem
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This is a poem in 9th grade I learned I had epilepsy. Now the first time it happened was in my bedroom and my brother found me,  and calle...
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Thursday, January 2, 2014

The way Grey feels

The way Grey feels
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It is the clouds that sob raindrops that fall in sheets down your windows as you look into the nothingness of the sky. You watch as it crie...
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