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  • September Scars
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    Storming up the stairs, I pushed open my bedroom door, and slammed it shut. I pulled open my closet, ripping my ragged old backpack from its rusty metal hook. I threw the backpack onto the cold, wooden floor, violently unzipping it, and began shoving as many of my clothes into it as I could fit. Scavenging through my...