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Dear First love,

My Cutie Matthew Inspirited by strength but so cute inside Like a rose with prickly thorns Thorns so sharp and intimidating no one stands by it But he noticed that I did So soft inside I made my way through the door Of his heart I made him love me. It was awful really, and first only in the sun When the rose opened When we were alone, the sun was willing to shine But then his sun left He missed it so much, his sun Rain fell on a sunny day Weird occurrence, for someone who believes in pathetic fallacy The rose started to wilt, brown, crumply petals Fell to the ground where kids stomped and stomped He was crushed By the sound of laughter and h

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Fanfictions

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Literature

Quatrain II

Writing in vain my sorrow with my tears that I am responded by the watchful; alas, none comprehend save a noteworthy handful - The rest disowned these cries of despair...

Poetry

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Literature

Chapter 1-Amerisa

What's your name? I didn't know what to do. Talk to this beautiful vixen who seemed to adore me, or ignore her like I did the other girls. She seemed to be so different then the other girls, She had a quality, that must have been derived from the skies. Her hair was a silky oak color, and her full of life face, which I must admit, was the prettiest face I had ever seen, was fixated on me like a sunflower following the star for which it was named. No, she wasn't like the other girls who swatted my heart around their life sized ping pong table. She had an aurora about her that transcended my trust issues and let me open up,  and bloom if yo

Prose

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Literature

Allegory of the Cave

Allegory of the Cave Scene 1 Narrator (off stage): The Allegory of the cave is a tale created by the Greek philosopher Plato. The Allegory is about a group of people who have lived chained to the wall of a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall unaware that a burning fire lies behind them. According to Plato's story, the shadows are as close as the prisoners get to viewing reality. The prisoners believe that the shadows are physical objects because nothing else had ever been viewed. One day, a prisoner who is freed from the cave comes to understand that the shadows on the wall do not make

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