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Monday, February 09, 2009
By Diana Richardson
Pictures line my walls
Memories of old times
Days that I have lost
Words long ago spoken.
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Monday, February 09, 2009
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
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Monday, February 09, 2009
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
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Monday, February 09, 2009
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
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