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A flash, that's all I saw
Hanging in thin air
Long gone
But still there
And I know I should have stopped
But woe is me for so
Vision cropped
Deaf to naked prayer
Blue eyes have mine
Carried innocence before
Wracked with sin
The darkness they adorn
Thieves doth wrench the property
In broad break of day
Dastardly folly
To another victim prey
Young lad with his hands in the air
Face stiff with fear
I remain full aware
Watching as he's jeered
But alas, I move not
As the car passes him by
My tears hot
Where they burn my shameful eye
Police cars go streaming past me
As the criminals try to run
I hear there to be
The far away click of a gun
Leave me be
My loathsome self in shame
Deaf to the stream
Of voices as they call my name.
I am so sorry
I failed you darling
I am consumed by shame
And I don't even know your name
Hanging in thin air
Long gone
But still there
And I know I should have stopped
But woe is me for so
Vision cropped
Deaf to naked prayer
Blue eyes have mine
Carried innocence before
Wracked with sin
The darkness they adorn
Thieves doth wrench the property
In broad break of day
Dastardly folly
To another victim prey
Young lad with his hands in the air
Face stiff with fear
I remain full aware
Watching as he's jeered
But alas, I move not
As the car passes him by
My tears hot
Where they burn my shameful eye
Police cars go streaming past me
As the criminals try to run
I hear there to be
The far away click of a gun
Leave me be
My loathsome self in shame
Deaf to the stream
Of voices as they call my name.
I am so sorry
I failed you darling
I am consumed by shame
And I don't even know your name
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Object Class: Euclid
DA-2030/ SAMMY THE FLESH-EATER
DA-2030
hieght:5'9
weight:176 Lbs
age:N/A
Name: Samuel [REDACTED]
Description: DA-2030 is known to have black eyes with red ridicules, black hair, and claws.
In most cases when attacking D personnel, his mouth becomes elongated. Mostly used to feast on flesh.
DA-2030 is known to be highly sarcastic and crude to the staff during questions, often at times threatens to kill the staff, cause procedures such as questions in the observation room, and [REDACTED].
So far of his origin is unknown, nor his motives, in this audio log, DR. [REDACTED] is present as she asks questions to DA-2030.
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Your eighth grade year. In between middle school and high school, a year you don't seem to fit under any written category. Schoolwork gets less important, and your social standing seems to want to rise. Crushes may become more than eyeing them from across the classroom; new friendships will rise as well as fall. The real life "coming of age" story, though beyond what has been written down before. The highs and lows of living this - and everyone has or will.
That's what Hannah must go through now. This story takes place from the beginning of her first day of eighth grade to the parting words at the final moment when she leaves it all behind.
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Literature @ Lunchtime :). At first I was a little shocked to find this written in my school diary. I hadn’t written it, the hastily drawn smiley face appeared to me like a smug grin that knew something I didn’t. Then I recognised the handwriting, Mum must’ve written it before I packed my bag this morning, I thought. With a shrug I went to class, it was almost lunch so I was grateful for the reminder.
Go to E5 after school. Another day, another note in my diary and yet another event I must have forgotten about. In my ignorance I was glad at least somebody was looking out for me when I wasn’t. My mind darted back to so
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, this is the poem I was originally going to submit for the first contest.
I had to get this up before I went to bed. I wrote this after one day, when I was coming home from school, I passed a boy getting mugged by two teenagers on the sidewalk; he had his hands over his head and they were taking his bike away.
I only saw it for a second, but I will never forget it, and to this day wonder if should have stopped...
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I had to get this up before I went to bed. I wrote this after one day, when I was coming home from school, I passed a boy getting mugged by two teenagers on the sidewalk; he had his hands over his head and they were taking his bike away.
I only saw it for a second, but I will never forget it, and to this day wonder if should have stopped...
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I'm almost speechless. This is quite tragic, and certainly an impactful experience. Sometimes we don't make up our minds until it's to late to save someone. I've often wondered about these kinds of things, and moments missed in the short it takes to comprehend the situation and decide what to do. I'm sorry for your experience and for the boy you couldn't help. Perhaps you can only grow from the feeling and beat the hesitation which causes such moments to pass if you ever have the unfortunate opportunity again. I think sometimes that bravery is grown when we regret our own fear and so learn to look beyond it.
Beautiful poem.
Beautiful poem.