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I warned you not to, As you walked into the autumn leaves, they danced around your head trying to pull you back. I said it wasn't a good idea, and that you would never come back. You promised to write you promised to visit so I waited. I wait each autumn for you to come back. And all that returns are the dancing leaves.

"DO YOU HAVE NO MORALITY!?" she screamed at him as she threw the dish across t he room. "YOU JUST GO AROUND AND DO WHATEVER! BUT DO YOU THINK OF ME NO. No you don't." She fell to her knees and clasped her hands around her face and sobbed. And all he did was watch.

edge

I'm not close to the edge. I am no where near it. I am to cautious to boring to care about the edge. I like the middle, that's where I belong. So you can tip toe there, you can dare each other, you can have your finger tips holding the edge. And I'll stay here.

half

You broke half my heart, that day you left. When you slammed the door and drove away, I heard it fall out of my chest a and hit the ground. I didn't know how to put it back together, or who would be kind enough to fix it. So it's still there. I keep telling myself I need to do something, but what can I do? I, a person missing half their heart...

dense

Why are people so dense? They are so narrow minded that nothing that they don't like or thought of or fabricated can slip through. If they just open that sliver of a bridge between just them and the reality. They'd see that being dense isn't a good thing. They'd see all the wonderful things in the world, and all the bad things that they can help with. i hate dense people.

The swings are the best part of a playground. When you swinging on them, it feels like that's all that really matters (what a clique) and nothing could possibly touch you on a swing. The rocking motion, the ups and downs, the rush of wind as you plum it backwards. I don't know a single little kid who doesn't rush to the swings when they first get to the playground.

There's no physical evidence that you stole my heart. No one would say your guilty. But I know the true sentence. You're a theft, and stole it at our first glance. You have broken it with going out with other girls and asking me for advice. You've crumbled it by putting me in the friend zone. Just admit to your crime and give it back.

I pressed my mother for the answers. "Where is she?" "She ran away" "Did you see her leave?" "no." "Then how do you know?" "Because all dogs run away at some point." I cried. I cried for weeks on end. And I never found my lost dog.

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Hanna wrote about morality
“"DO YOU HAVE NO MORALITY!?" she screamed at him as she threw the dish across t he room. "YOU JUST GO AROUND AND DO WHATEVER! BUT DO YOU THINK OF ME NO. No you don't." She fell to her knees and claspe…”

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