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"We are nothing to him other than a toy"
-Hubbard

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Like a flame fading, any consideration of hope had ultimately withdrawn. (Anonymous)

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At fourteen years old, life had not even happened yet, nevertheless the only thing I was capable of, was to stare at it as it vanished. (Anonymous)

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The feeling forced it's way into her body, settling in her blood, drying like concrete

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Food for thought; the youth being lead to believe they should behave as adults whilst stile being treated as the latter.

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The wispy, winter winds howl against the window.

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"I thought I saw you through a window pane" (Lennon Davis).

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A flash and it's gone

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Her feet were glued to the ground [and] her breath caught in her throat. (Anon)

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I felt as though someone was trying to reach out and touch me
-Dylan Kane

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"It's been too long" -D'Urbano

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Daytime birds began to snooze while the owls took over the nighttime watch.

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The sound of the beating drums aligned with the sound of my beating heart as I took another step closer to the guillotine.

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All black outfits were typical in urban-esque neighborhood, but, for a particular reason, this one spray painted "trouble" on my impressions.

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I realized the only thing that stood between me and the door, was fear.

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The crack of his bones on the cold wet asphalt radiated throughout the entire length of the highway.

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Mother floated around the house checking every corner to make sure that we packed everything.

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Time and time again, the words passed through his mind, " one may never know the truth until tested by oneself".

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He was forced to be comfortable and okay with many things these past few months, or at least act like he was.

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It was a typical abnormal day.

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The door of my bedroom creaked open, there he was, and I was terrified.

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Fluorescent lights beamed "cafe".. and while the room flooded with imitation sunlight, I burnt the entire roof of my mouth peering at a familiar stranger. "Probably my dreams" I dismiss.

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The soft sound of jazz played over the speakers in the small cafe, finally I was alone.

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There was an eerie presence in the room. It felt as though someone was going to reach out and touch me.
--Dylan

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His presence was louder than an entire orchestra in tiny room. Never would I have imagined something so suave to be so rough around the edges, then again, I'm wrong more often than not.

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My room was a dark navy blue, records lining the shelves along the wall and my record player blasting the Ramones. I was sketching in my book when Lilah walked in and flopped on to my bed, rubbing her eyes and curling up under her favorite blanket. I turned down the music and went up to lay down next to her. "What's on your mind?"
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"Dad has been gone eight years this Friday, Lilah. I miss him so much I don't even know how to breathe." My dad died when I was ten years old, just two weeks after my birthday. Everything about me has parts of him in it. "Oh my god it's that long already? I miss him too Alex. I'll be with you on Friday, I promise."