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Date Posted: 12:47:19 05/25/02 Sat
Author: Malcolm
Subject: *In the forest*

*As soon as he had gotten outside of the town he began running. Running with all his might. Releasing pent up anger, frustration, sorrow with every pounding footstep. He keeps running until he is deep into the forest. He flops down on the ground, laying his head on his arm, panting and breathing deeply the sent of the forest floor. He closes his eyes, forcing his thoughts to right themselves and quit spinning around in his head. His thoughts linger on the black girl at the orphanage. She was someone he could relate to. Someone who might have had a harder life than his own. He sighs, his own life wasn't really so bad. What bothered him most was that he had no one to share his experiences with. No one knew what he had gone through. No one could relate to him because no one knew what had happened. If someone would ask, depending on who it was he might tell, but he would just go up to someone Hey, can I tell you my life story and all the bad things that happened? He felt that was rather stupid. He felt that he was failing in being strong. He was weak in his eyes. He had let the world get him down and he hated it, yet, he didn't know how to change it....*

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