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October 1, 2003

well, this is my first one submitted, it speaks of internal conflict from strife, it is very universal for interpretation though

I saw some of the preps from my school at the park and when they followed me and wouldn't leave me alone, I snapped, I got on my bike and I petaled as fast as I could toward home. When I got there, I cried, then, for the first time... I realized that they scare me. The preps scare me. It's something about their demenor... it makes me afraid... it's like all I can do I run...