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The principal march back and forth. Glances go wary and dashes side to side. The bell ring and out pour the students. Waves of hands and paper wash through as if a school of fish were swimming in every directions.
He patrol my heart like a slick cat. His sweet smell lingers over my head. His gaze lock on to me. My heart encase with glass is now cracked open.
This bucket full of happiness. What is this feeling? Magnificent and sharp like an arrow going through her heart. Clouds fume from her head as if she's floating on cloud 3. Life is amazing isn't it?
As Saturday creeps up, she's ready to party. Champagne, chocolate, all those luxury items. Classy, not overboard. Behind this picture perfect lifestyle, a broken heart is dangling and a face full of disappointments.
The crust of the Earth peels off like an orange. Musty air, dirty surface. The wind fan the flames, but who is it to blame? Earth is slowly dying and no I'm not lying.
She pass by the soup kitchen. Free daily soups, the sign read. Cold and trembling as she look at the long line. A fear of embarrassment yet again let her starve.
She said give me a minute. Tick tock as the clock goes. Fumble and mumble as impatience rise. Hurry up said the voice. You're wasting precious time.
The necessity of life. Fragile to the touch. Hard as a rock, once shatter - you learn from your mistakes.
He convict my heart. In a cage with loneliness to accompany me. Stuck behind these bars of steel, so cold yet so fulfilling. And this sucks. At the end, we all know who's going to be guilty.
A reporter sneaky as he can be. Glimpses of knowledge leak into his brain. Snoop around, report back. Simple, not as quite. Hard work comes with it. Sometimes consequences comes with it. Just beware of what you find out.
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