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Last Words.

I hope you die. That was the last thing you said to me. And then I did. My heart just shriveled up and crumbled like ashes. But unlike the Phoenix or Jesus, it didn’t rise again. Instead, I was pronounced dead and buried a week later. I was buried in the beautiful blue prom dress… Continue reading Last Words.

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Bailey, #1915

He wore a smile that covered half of his face. But even with the smile covering most of his face you could still see the determination, perseverance, and awe in his eyes. As he crossed the finish line, in the background you could see all of the triathlon attendees cheering him on. You can also… Continue reading Bailey, #1915