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GIVE YOURSELF A HAND!!!!!!!

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As I look back over all of the writing that i have done this year i have learned that its kinda easy and hard to write about how you feel. This year in creative writing I learn so much thanks to you Mrs. Clarington. May God Bless You -Dimitrius aka The Prince

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I see a little black kid being force like a slave to play a violin but also I see a black kid might just be moved to the sound of the music and he's feeling emotional while he's playing and feeling sad and heartbroken.

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Why don't people lie? Why do people can't just be real and tell the truth?  Is they scared of the truth? Is they scared of the consequences? Do lying make you feel better or do the truth hurts your feelings?

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Whiteboard

Without a pen I am useless

Useless and lost.

Whiteboard.

Wipe away your mistakes.

A fresh start

But where to begin?

You guide me I trust you

You see and know of many colors

You see and know of all of mines

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​Fake Fake

People these days are sometimes fake

They always lie like it's a piece of cake

but real recognize real and can't never be fake

Fake fake give you a headache

remixing to chop chop sounding like drake

I don't know why fake fake

always have a handshake

and play like a snake

thinking they freshbake

but they know they made a mistake

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Miserable is when you feel uncomfortable and you feeling depress and unhappy with yourself and it might costs you a headache while you feeling like that.

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​The definition of technique is like a person with physical movement like unique steps or skills that they have.

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​When I was 6 I remember my last dance with my Grandma-Sister before she died  and she told me that I can really dance like Michael Jackson and until this day I still can and that made a big impact in my life.

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6. Story of your name

My name is Dimitrius Ky-mani Womble and Dimitrius is a Russian name that my grandma gave me so it can be unique and my aunt name my middle name Ky-mani which is the name of bob marley son.

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​What is happening in their minds

Besides the next deadline

I feel like a ghost

who never belonged in these designer clothes

And superficial believings a dream

of societies disease

never knowing

always flowing

until one is a robot that never know how to stop

Until you ready to drop

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​When i walk in the house i feel so glad

because i wanted to come here so bad

to eat, sleep, and watch tv

and also when i walk in the house i smell that good cooking

and i walk in the kitchen and im looking like thank you god for Food and home to come to

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In my neighborhood it's quiet
make loud noise they don't like it
Sometimes I see my friends in the streets
Playing in the hot behind heat
I'm thankful that we having fun
thank God that my neighborhood don't have guns

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I am thankful to be here and see another day and I'm thankful for a beautiful family and wonderful life that God gave me and all his blessing and love and also thankful for good friends because if I need help they got me.

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One of the hardest things in my life was letting go of something that I thought was real for example losing my ex-girlfriend and my best friend during the same week and it turns out they both was fake and they was talking behind my back.

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Why do people play?

Why do people play like they on 2k

Why do people play like it's okay

Why do the people play by day to day

Can you answer my question

Can you learn from this lesson

Ain't the truth is the blessing

Did I get your attention?

They said don't hate the player hate the game

but they all act the same

they don't never change

But I ain't going to hate

Ima just wait

until the player gets played

I can laugh at they face

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The things i had to fight for was money, my family, my girlfriend, my bike and most importantly my phone.  I had to fight for my phone because one day in class i put my phone on the table and left it there so i can talk to the teacher about my grades and when i got back my phone was gone and i was questioning everyone and everyone was like " i don't know who have it" and then someone told me this other kid at it and so i told the other kid I need my phone back and of course he denied he don't have the phone so i had to rip his book bag and check his pockets to get that back and he had it right there in his right pocket and the teacher had  send him to the office and got suspended.