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I see you as a summer rose
Refreshed by summer rain,
That washes over all of those,
Feeling so much pain.
The bloom of love, so richly red,
Petals soft to touch,
It weathered strong: its heart had led
Enduring far too much.
Renewing each and every year
Hope in all the seasons.
This summer though it yields a tear
For both sad and happy reasons.
You will always live as a summer rose
Through Winter, Spring and saddest Fall,
In fullest bloom – a choice you chose,
That your beauty might be seen by all.
Through Winter, Spring and saddest Fall,
In fullest bloom – a choice you chose,
That your beauty might be seen by all.
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Virus
Mom, why are we here? One day, I want to see the sun.
I pushed into the can to muster the last of the peaches out into my dry mouth. We were running out of water supplies, so we would have to ration it. But, it was simply another day in the Krack cut hospital. A lot of the sick here have thought that the doctors forgot about us, those who remained, were either sick themselves, or had felt pity for our lost souls. Nearly seven years ago, a new virus swept the land, more painful, more slowly then any other. They called it the zombie virus, because when it was done with you, there was nothing but an empty shell, and you'd lose your mind. Madnes
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When it fell apart. -Pt. 1-
A zombie apocalypse. That's what it seemed like, didn't it? What had started as a flu had quickly escalated into… Something else. Not a flu. An infection. Broadcasts constantly covered the hospitals that were rapidly filling up with new patients that had fallen ill to this epidemic. CEDA was quick to jump in the situation, taking every precaution to keep order. To avoid panic.
Most businesses closed as their workers became sick, schools shut down as the students and staff alike were taken to the nearest hospital. Airports and subways were quickly shut down in an effort to control the spread of the flu.
Oh, how they failed.
Wh
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Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
The sickness that has afflicted our town for two weeks has now claimed a victim within my own household. Father had a coughing spell and found blood upon his handkerchief on Tuesday. By Thursday we had the blue mark applied to our door. Mother had no time to mourn, with the baby so near, she had to busy us with selling Father’s most prized possessions. I sobbed when his pocket watch was traded for a solitary egg. The townsfolk were weary trading with us. No one is sure how the sickness is passed; it crossed my mind that Father’s belongings may have been contaminated.
In other news, William has lost his first tooth an
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Written in memory of a family member who died recently. She gave out much love despite pain for many years.
I'm sad for the family left behind but pleased that her suffering has ended.
She gave a beautiful rose to her daughter many years ago and this inspired the poem.
I'm sad for the family left behind but pleased that her suffering has ended.
She gave a beautiful rose to her daughter many years ago and this inspired the poem.
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This is really sweet. My condolences for your loss.