

Silent Heroism He sat in the back of the class, same as everyday. At 16, brown hair and eyes and an average build, he found it far to easy to get lost in a crowd, therefore he prefered to keep to himself. People whispered about him when they thought he wasn't listening, but he was, and it didn't bother him. Barelly anyone knew his name anyway, except for the teachers, and when did they call on the Silent Boy With No Friends? Never. But he didn't care, if it didn't affect him, he would just think "screw it" and move on. But to day at his high school was going to be different. He wouldn't change anything to makeSilent Heroism
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squeezed in the middle of eternal happiness and misery...
lost somewhere in time and space...
where reality is a thing to be grasped...
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squeezed in the middle of eternal happiness and misery...
lost somewhere in time and space...
where reality is a thing to be grasped...
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before. -- Edgar Allen Poe
2% of teenagers haven't tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 98% who has, copy & paste this in your
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before. -- Edgar Allen Poe
2% of teenagers haven't tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 98% who has, copy & paste this in your
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