He yelled and
yelled
Until his voice was
hoarse, his legs
Unsteady, his mind
empty
And his eyes,wet
and full
Of the Truth
Middle school rookie writers trying to make sense of chaos at the base of the Rocky Mountains
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8th grade a time of turmoil with all of the drama good and bad we take off to high school we were the top dogs of campus no we are back down...
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As she sits She sits alone She waits for the one The one and only The one who will help her But she wonders will he come?