WARNING: CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE (THIS GOES FOR ALL CHAPTERS)
Remember the piles of work that lied on the top of your bedroom floor? Papers flew, and papers lost - nearly like the discriminating and revisionary remembrance of what this bullshit class had in store. Your life was a life of a scalene triangle - embraced by its beauty of its school expectations tangled - your grades weighed more than your tears - and that F placed on your test committed your worst fears. Your groans and your cries were the bread and wine on the papers dinner plate. Letters and numbers decided your fate, popularity was a reputation you just couldn't take for stake, will you outrun the fake, or will you be another "what if" for a child your own age to break? Will all the heartbeats and tears remain memories like the remainder of a chocolate chip cake, or will you remain that constant reminder - that you - were never who you wished to be?
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Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]
PoetryCONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING. Few short stories (and spoken word poetry) about the daily struggle for millions of people around the world. Whether or not you are aware of these problems, one many, unfeasibly cannot fit in our shoes. They know the probl...
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