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• Years ago...

  June 15, 2009

  • Today I wish I could hide under the table like I did when I was seven.When I was seven, I dropped my grandmother's plate in the kitchen. It fell to the floor and broke to pieces. My first reaction was shock. And then, before I was conscious of them, tears were flowing down my cheek, onto my neck. A salty river of sorrow. "It's okay," my grandma said, with a pat on my back, a smile. She ...
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• It's Certain...

  April 28, 2009

  • "The only thing certain in life is death."  The moment my breath stops flowing, the moment my blood turns cold, the moment I fail to function, at that moment, everything as I know it is over. When I lie underground, dirt covering up my hole, dug to fit me, everything as I know it will be over. People argue over everything. But no one can contest that I, that you, will one day die. That ...
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• Is it so hard to understand?

  March 6, 2009

  • There is a hole in her homeThere is a hole in her clothesThere is a hole in her heartThere is a hole in her soulIs there a hole in our conscience?No one should live a life of desolate desperationCitizens of the world should not permit it...Is it so hard to understand? No little girl should wonder whether her mother will still be alive when she returns from schoolNo little boy should worry about ...
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• Sometimes...

  November 20, 2008

  • Sometimes, I forget that the cars that pass by mine are not simply machines. I forget that inside, the one who maneuvers the car is a person, just like me—or maybe not so much like me. Sometimes, in the dark hours of the night, as I sit back in my drivers’ seat, fastened to the chair by my seatbelt, staring at the crimson lights on cars that surround me, I forget that there is a person ...
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• The Park

  November 10, 2008

  • Sitting at the park at school is amazing. All of last school year and the beginning of this year, I walked through the park to get to class; I watched students sleep, study, sing, and sulk as I cut through to get to class. They strolled through the park, sat in the shade, read a good book, had a group discussion, even checked their email, cross-legged, with their Macbooks in their laps and the ...
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