Hakeem secretly watched his Mother wrap up the present before school. He spent all day awaiting the final bell before Christmas. Came home he did in a box of his own— A victim of strange men playing with guns of their own.
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The Survivor
She was but a survivor of the war, Just like the other children, nothing more. She walks around dressed in tatters, Nibbling on crackers the size of her little finger. She's a fearless hunter by day, A meek, doe-eyed deer by nightfall. Nothing can assure her brother's safe return home; Not even the phantom of … Continue reading The Survivor
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