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The thoughts of a dying soul before it perishes.

I forgot to say something, so I will say it now.

I was in your book.

They stood and laughed together while I watched silently. I whispered quietly, "I'm right here..."

A growl can be monstrous when it is not from behind clenched teeth or fierce claws, but from somewhere deep within.

I've been wanting to fly.

I want to see the moon.

I lay down in the dust and open my eyes to read the desert stars.

You're the only one I want to hear.

Participated in the nationwide walk out today and thought of this.