Freshman year writings
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I'm scared of
Oceans
because, I'm afraid of
Drowning
because, I'm terrified of
Dying.
2-19-2017
~Kiszney Lauwers~
Sometimes my writing has secrets hidden into them. The feelings, or my actual reality.
Freshman year writing is about my feelings, and thoughts, and other made up stories, that I submerged myself into feeling. I've felt a lot of things this year, however, this short version does not show everything. Nothing even close.
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