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Thank You...It was a late night and it was a full moon. No stars in sight. Not even one twinkle in the sky. I was watching some TV when I heard a little bang outside my window. I muted my TV and got up out of my seat. I looked outside and found my trash can was tipped over. There was no wind, no birds outside and nobody in the neighborhood owned any animals but small ones, not cats, not dogs…it was very strange. It could just tip over cause’ I didn’t put it up right. I went back to my couch. I turned off my TV for one minute to close my eyes but I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was scared. I was in the middle of the forest of that was in my back yard. The sky seemed to be cloudy. I got up and looked around…I was lost. I couldn’t find my way back home so I took out my phone from my pocket, No signal. But before I knew it, there was some cracking noses from sticks…I started to cry in fear. I looked around and I screamed “WHO’S THERE?! I WILL CALL 91
Heartless: Lost Heart pt 1A stormy night and I was in the hostiptal. I had heart problems since I was 12 or so. That night was my birthday, My 15th birthday, to be more pacific. I closed my eyes for one second but before they shut fully, my older blother, Andrew, ran into the room. He was 16 so my parents alouded him to only drive the car to the hosptial at night. Andrew looked at me, I looked back. Andrew hugged me trying not to cry. I wraped my hands around his back. The neruse walked into the room with a very sad look on her face. I got worried. She pulled Andrew out of the room to talk but saddly, I heard what they were talking about. My heart wasn’t stroung enough to last the whole night. To think, me dying on my birthday! Andrew soon came back into the room siting on the side of my bed. He hugged me and and kissed me on my forhead. I tried not to cry. Soon he left the room and it was only me and the neruse in. She looked at me, saying she was sorry crying a bit. She bended down to the plug and
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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