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Pictures line my walls Memories of old times Days that I have lost Words long ago spoken. full story > ]]> Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:18:35 GMT By Alyssa Amer

The wind blows in the sound of a distant train. Rain begins to pour. The thought of your name makes me want to cry. The hurt that is going through my vein, straight to my heart, Pulls me clos full story > ]]> Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:13:47 GMT By Diana Richardson

Imagine yourself in a world where there are no rules and people do as they feel, a world where if you feel that the ceiling is too low, you can tear it out and put a higher new one in. This is the wor full story > ]]> Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:09:48 GMT By Alyssa Amer
When I first joined the A plus program, I dreaded it. I didn’t want to have to spend the rest of my high school career with little kids who scream and cry all the time. However, as I started the mento full story > ]]> Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:06:02 GMT