FUN STUFF: POETRY
By Shelby, age 16, Pennsylvania
A narrow hallway, my empty past, I try to think when I'm all alone, but the memories never last. Forced to sit here, all alone, I can't bear this place. I need to leave, but I can't, there's always someone watching me. So look away, not at me, much too painful for human eyes. It was to me the very first time. Next to me, a girl lets out a whimper. Tears running down her cheek, her beautiful face, soft and meek. I look over, tears streaming down her face. Breaking free, we reunite, as I wrap my daughter in a warm embrace.
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