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The thrill of raceingThe engines pump and thrum in time my hands grip the steering wheel we're at the starting line adrenaline flows threw my vains as the checkered flag waves I slam my foot down on the peddled and away we go this is the only life I know there is no ware I would rather be then in the driver's seat I love the roar of the enigne as I drive it makes me feel so alive this is who I am this is ware I should be raceing Is in my codeing
Dear bullyDear bully i would ask you why you did those things to me but I know You wouldn't Answer. I know you thought it was funny to makeing fun of me you thought HA ha lets make fun of the nerd with her glasses and turmpt case you thought it was ok to trip me to throw stuff at me from the the back of the bus you thought it's ok to tease and make fun of me. You made me dread school you made me hate takeing the bus I asked for help I got advice just ignore them and they will stop yeah sure i tried that it did not work! I felt so lonely and pathetic you know that saying sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me? Well it's a lie they hurt and they shredded what self cofidence I had. I don't know why you felt the need to pick on me did it make you feel big doing it? Or maybe it was because you wanted to show off for your friends I guess I will never know but I do know this because of you I hate the way I am I hate everything
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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