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when u see a flashing of a light

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There are many people in the world who need recognition, they should be remembered by everyone for all the sacrifices they made.

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A snap of something that happen like a light for a second.

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Sadness is a bad feeling that makes you want to cry all the time and not hold back. (idk)

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trying to thank people or remebering people they know

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Have to face a consequence.

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A brotherhood is formed in war.

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Fear is only a problem if you do not confront it.

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My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.