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The city's dark corners treacherously reveal it for what it truly is. Like last nights garbage, the facade of organization and beauty is gone, leaving just the bones of the ...

Can you feel the memory?Part of you still lives thereIn that smell of chalkdust and textbooksIn the feel of name-etched desks and writer's callous'In the taste of cafeteria hotdogs and ...

Don't be weakDon't be weakDon't give in to too soft lipsAnd compliant eyesAnd repeatedly hard apologiesDon't sighDon't cryOn christmas dayHer dirty blonde hairSplayed garishly in the blinking red/gree

This is chapter one. I'm not so much looking for a detailed review yet, more of overall views, and larger problems with plot or characters. Thanks!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~These days everything se