"It’s a sight I plan to remember, this spontaneous unity when faced with disaster."
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"Seventh grade. Eleven years old. A bookworm-misfit with long black braids, childish white socks, pointy pink glasses, and no courage for flirting. It’s doesn’t take long to learn that I’m ridiculous."
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"Some people are born with words flowing in their veins."
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"My mind soarsand whirlsin a danceof wild fearand graceful hope."
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"If only the peace I feel right nowcould be stored up and released laterwhen cruelty surrounds mein the darkduring nightmares."