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The count down begins.
Five the towers fell! So many people died! Four she has M.S? NOOOO! Your kidding no not her! She will die! What my teacher has it! Seven years and still counting! Ok she may live. Three my head is spinning suicidal thoughts are pouring in! Poetry blooms. Why are they mad at me? I writting what I feel- ok I'll stop altogether. Two! The poems! The thoughts! They wont go away! Please! Stop! Ok you win I will give in once. Or I thought. There's two, three, four, five, six and so on. One? That's still to come.
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