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Such Pain, All in One Place

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Such Pain, All in One Place Now, don’t get me wrong on this: Prom was pretty good. Unfor­tu­nately, I was con­stantly plagued with dif­fer­ent thoughts run­ning through my head. Mem­o­ries of my past were float­ing and walk­ing all around me. I would see them, as though I was in a trance until some­one would snap me back to real­ity. It’s dif­fi­cult, I... Read More »

Service, A Responsibility

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Service, A Responsibility Over the years, so much has advanced. Tech­nol­ogy, cul­ture, opin­ions. But one idea that has not changed is the belief in com­mu­nity ser­vice and help­ing those not as for­tu­nate as your­self. The idea of giv­ing what you have to offer for noth­ing in return has not evolved as dras­ti­cally as other ideas because it is more of a... Read More »

Tieriesias

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Tieriesias I have crawled in depths of black­est night, Climbed peaks impas­si­ble In High­est Ecstasy; I have passed below the gap­ing cav­erns, And lost the com­pass while trav­el­ing Through vac­u­ous space. On worlds where wills abounded, Where thoughts were real, and eyes blinked in starry moon­light, I searched for some­thing hid­den In... Read More »

The Charismatic, Captivating Cello

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The Charismatic, Captivating Cello While enter­ing my school on a beau­ti­ful sunny morn­ing that not one per­son can see because there are no win­dows, I get a myr­iad of ques­tions such as, “What is that on your back?” and, “Whoa, that’s huge!”  For the last seven years, most peo­ple have assumed it is a gui­tar, but I made sure they learn that what I carry... Read More »

Unforeseen Justice

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Unforeseen Justice The clangs and scrapes in the chef’s kitchen increased towards the end of the moon­lit night as the mis­cel­la­neous prat­tle around the con­gested restau­rant died down. It was soon time to close the restau­rant after an espe­cially long day at work. Peo­ple all over San Diego had come to cel­e­brate New Year’s Eve at Eddie’s... Read More »

Monica

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Monica Eat­ing dis­or­ders are like drugs. They don’t make any­body happy, they’re hor­ri­ble for you, but while you’re doing them, you’re on a high. The other day, on deviantART (a web­site where artists, quite often teenagers, can post any type of art they can think of) I was look­ing at pho­tographs for inspi­ra­tion. I don’t... Read More »

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