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9/11


On a day that we can't forget, the earth froze in place. Planes flew overhead, darkening the skies. Innocent people saw their breath stop; As planes flew overhead. The planes shot the only "safe place" they had. Towers crashed and people died. I was only three years old. But now I understand the blood shed was unnecessary. These suicide bombers wrecked lives. I hope they remember the blood on their hands
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I am a very creative person. I love to read, write, sing, dance and act. Poetry to me is a way of self expression that lightens someone's heart. I love white chocolate and my favorite book is Anne of Green Gables

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