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This is one of my favorite songs because it really moves my soul and is just relatable, and makes me feel something.

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This is considered the only classroom, but it is really empty? It has many physical items, such as tables and wooden ducks. I'm referring to the aspects that aren't always visible. The voices of the innocent students who are no longer here. Everyone says it's a myth, but do we really believe in that? One night, a group of juniors stayed after school to work on their wooden ducks. The 5 of them were all alone, but when the sun came down, all that was left was a messy room full of blood. They were all found the next morning by a janitor, all gutted, then reassembled. After being sent to the morgue, their 5 wooden ducks were found inside them. No one knows who did it to this day. But it's just a myth, right?

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I am passionate about many things. I could write books about half of them, but one that really stands out to me and would require me to add almost too much detail is the ocean. I have been in love with the ocean since I was a baby. I love knowing about all the types of animals and coral, as well as the vents. I also check the endangerment lists every once in a while to see how drastic the changes are. One thing I would definitely add to my book would be the fishermen and the big companies that pollute and harm the ocean. I would openly call those people selfish. People don't deserve the ocean and its beauties.

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This was last year on my 15th birthday. I went to the Sea Life aquarium and then celebrated afterward with my family. This cake was one of the best ones I have EVER tasted.

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Girl Named Autumn

Autumn radiates comfort.

She is warm and golden,

Chilly and breezy too.

Autumn brings in the football games.

She has hayrides and cider mills.

Autumn shows us the pumpkin in all sizes,

With the donuts on the side.

The yellow and orange hues shine,

The leaves and branches fall.

Nature sure is beautiful around Autumn.

But make sure you don't blink,

Or you might just miss her.

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Why are adults always asking, "Why are you complaining about school? Why do you feel unwell?" It's quite an obvious answer, though. The endless shoe squeaking and pencil tapping are sure to drive someone a little crazy. The loud giggling and deep conversations, the coughing and sniffling; It never ends. The silence is never silent enough. The decades-old vents are the loudest during tests. The paper shuffling can really get someone in a bad mood, never mind the random, loud classical music that teachers play.

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i . sorrow

is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,

the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning

over Hellroaring Plateau.

This is not unlike a man’s chest

just after he wrongs just after

he says no to the beloved, followed by yes.

Yes is Maheo is the hollow of her hand

on my ribs

as we pray and sleep and dream.

ii . beautiful

the sight of brothers gently blessing each other

in word or song. Sorrow

the lips touched to the open wrist

and beautiful the beloved in the body

of night.

Beautiful how she breathes and speaks

stars over the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness,

beautiful the fields of atomic multitudes, and beautiful

our names written in the palm of God’s hand.

iii . sorrow

in the shoulders of the beloved,

sorrow the hollowed heart.

Hollow us o God in all things.

Hollow the wing bones of an eagle

high over Hellroaring Plateau.

Hollow my beloved’s hand fit to mine

with me bent at the bedside

asking forgiveness. Sorrow good sorrow of the hours

of why and when we end, elk song, bugle, winter wind.

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I like how the poem's theme is easy to relate to and has very nice references that make sense. I like the vocab and the overall flow of the poem. It flows through my head very smoothly. This poem reminds me of real life. The challenges people face every day.

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The sun was suddenly less bright,

Clouds stormed the blue sky,

Less and less light was shown.

Rain flowed with intention,

The people ignored it as best as possible,

No one knew what to do.

The rain would go up and down.

The funny thing was,

The rain never went away.

People stopped showing up, too.

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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." — F. Scott Fitzgerald. I always wondered if people thought the same as me. Yes, New Year's is a thing, and I celebrate it, but do you realize how nothing changes? Everyone always says, "New year, new me!" But it's just a new year, same you. Maybe I think of fall as the new year because it's when school starts. There's just something so indescribable about fall, especially in October. It's the start of the holiday season, there's football beginning, and the colors are changing. So it's maybe not totally a new year change, but perhaps the time period, a transitional period if you will. October truly begins it all in my head. There's a sudden switch in people's minds when October 1st appears. Everyone thinks about Halloween and carving pumpkins, with a side of a pumpkin spice latte. The talks about summer finally die down. It's like a whole new planet during fall. I can't even imagine the world without it. Sunny becomes spooky in one night. I could also be a bit biased with being born in November, but I know lots of people who were born in the spring or summer whose favorite season is fall. If you say you don't like fall, can you really say that with a straight face? Every season has its perks, but fall is just the best.

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There is nothing better than a fall, friday night that has no football game, but instead the local carnival is happening. Madeline and her friends come on fridays annually. Its been their tradition for the last 10 years. Now being 18, it's their last before college. "I'm going to cry you guys this is the last one ever!" One of her friends cried out. The others nodded their heads while Madeline replied "Stop being such a baby! We will come back after our 4 years of college." They laughed and made their way to the fair. The sun hadn't quite began to set, but all the lights were on. The big red and blue sign that read "Spook-it-ton" was glowing just enough for the road in front too see. The rides were all going and Madeline and her friends couldn't wait. They had already bought wrist bands and were grabbing food. Little did they know that it would be their last time all togther at that very booth.

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Daughter grieves over mother's death years ago

Father and Daughter try to work on their rocky relationship

Mother and Father versus Daughter and Son

Mother and Daughter go through the recovery from domestic violence

Father and Daughter experience the ex of the daughter's stalker