The birds chirping early in the morning, The cold breeze that sweeps the flowers, The faint sound of the passing[…]
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Austin (Autism)
You cry and scold me for not consoling you, like this fountain breaking out of your face does not make[…]
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Hope
HOPE Today, you will polish your metaphors and walk into a room of gunslingers. You, too, can write about the[…]
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