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How I felt on September 9, 2010..


Dark and Stormy Night
My shadow was created by the bright sun while I was sitting under the exit sign. Books were to 
my left,exit to my right, the dull colored heater on my back, and in front of me stood my hero.
Although he couldn't see it, a  fire surrounded him. It was mysterious to him, yet particularly
clear to me. He doesn't need a cape or superpowers. All he needs is his loving, courageous, and
impeccable personality. I've longed to tell him what he truly means to me, but I have only managed 
to write these words. He is the answer to all of my indecision and confusion, yet I cannot express to 
him my thoughts and pain that are lying in my heart. Secrets are stuck beneath my skin, crying out, 
" Let me go!"; However, my secrets remain glued to my weakness. His dark eyes stare
me down, which forces me into deep confession, and apologetic state. Still, my lips are closed and
my heart keeps repeating, ( regardless of the bright sun outside my shelter), "deep within my mind,
it is a dark and stormy night."

-Belle Rose 

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