Archive for December, 2010
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I Remember…
I remember the sound of the first shot fired. I remember my friend falling at my feet. I remember the gun, the bright orange earplugs, the messy hair. His eyes glazed over and empty. The blood, the bodies, the
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Just Dance
Yesterday, for the better part of the evening, I sat out on the beach reading and enjoying the scenery. The moment I stepped onto the beach, I noticed a middle aged man 40-50 yards from me standing in the…
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Unafraid
For too long I’ve lived in fear. A fear that has kept me silent. A fear that has left me shackled and chained. A fear that has kept me hidden, debilitated, crippled.
I’ve been afraid to speak openly about events…
