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I have never felt as much pressure to make something of myself as I do now. I realize I do not want to join the higher education and employment mill. I also realize I am not as feral as I think I am to break the mold yet. The only thing I can do is write. If you […]

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Sacking a Beautiful City

The ramparts shone For many miles around The city was a thing of beauty The crown jewel of the country It was a beautiful place It was a holy place It was where hungry warlords came to make peace And slake their thirst for blood It was a place of knowledge But nothing lasts forever […]

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