"When I saw her lifeless unblinking eyes staring into the sky, I snapped."

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'This war has to end.' A quiet thought.
'This war has to end.' A louder thought.
“This war has to end.” I murmured it.
“This war has to end.” A loud mumble.
“This war has to end!” I said.
For the hearing impaired, “This war has to end!”
“This war has to end!” Nearly a yell now.
“THIS WAR HAS TO END!” I shouted.

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The armies on both sides were lined up just like a chess board.

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My book does! My niece likes to use it as a paper doll. She's so cute. One day I hope the story inspires her.💘

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Alas, alas, where my lover be?
Sitting on the rooftop or in a tree?
No. But oh. My lover, he hath marched to war. To defend wee babe in crib.
I know, I know, that he will come back to me.
For he’s brave and strong. If only in my dreams.
Don’t fret, don’t cry. He’ll come back you’ll see!
Someday, marching home to me.

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Handful by handful the blizzard subsided until we stood in a winter wonderland of blinding still and silent whiteness. The sun shone, the wind stopped. We were in beautiful, white, rolling hills, covered in thick layers of snow. Frozen hands hung limply at the sides of my companions. “Let’s get inside.” Richard breathed.

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"I've been to church and I've seen men beg for God's forgiveness kneeling before the alter. Their sin? That of defending the country they loved."

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Success occurs when the victor is satisfied with their work.

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He was slipping fast. I began to weep and threw myself around him for a hug. I had grown fond of the tough old man... I stayed like that a long time. Just crying on Teacher P's shoulder─ Literally. Until I nearly cried myself out and began to get drowsy.

It turns out when you spend at least seven hours a day with someone you develop a fondness for them. Teacher P and I weren't sentimentally close but we still liked each other in our own strange ways where we pretended not to care about each other.

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I had been emotionally distraught most of my life and never let it slow me down.

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