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Seventeen: A Continued Journey of Self-Discovery and Growth
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Complete, First published Sep 29, 2018
Author's Note: 


Seventeen, arose out of a desire to clearly explain all of the experiences I had in high school. My time in high school has not been perfect, I have had highs and lows. Lows that pushed me to think about myself differently, lows that pushed against my biases, my comfort level, my everything. What makes Seventeen special is that I finally came away feeling like I could talk about my experiences, not just complaining about them, but speaking about them in a reflective and productive way. A way to inspire new growth, a way to heal, a way to teach, and a way to learn to laugh again. Thank you for choosing to read, Seventeen, and I hope that by reading this, you grow a little bit stronger and better too. 

Thank you,
Rayshaun J. (The Marble Poet).
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Don't Forget Me In The Morning

19 parts Complete Mature

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.