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  Look up, and cry

  

  By c_taylor, Pendleto, OR

  People die, we are not always sure why.... It's hard, we cry, We feel like we ourselves are going to die! You cry for me, I cry with you, Sometimes you want to talk, sometimes you want to zip it shut I look up and pray and know you're safe then I cry head down ripping grass out of the dirt...
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  Majestic

  

  By c_taylor, Pendleto, OR

  I hear the galloping feet and I know it's her, I run through all of the beautiful, red, pink flowers my feet squishing into the soft green grass, the warm sun hitting the small part of my back that my tank doesn't cover I finally see her, she's almost an angel her white coat g...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Loosing

  

  By c_taylor, Pendleto, OR

  I feel as though, as though I've lost a game. A game, that at times, was overly fun, exciting, exuberating. Although... A game that needed to end. That I didn't want to loose,but that took so much energy, I hade no choice... other than to give up; forfit. Sadly, I'm talking about frie...