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Google Search: How to get rid of a headache.
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When I was in third grade, I learned everything and nothing. Ask a teacher where to find the purpose of life, and they'll say in their classroom. But in truth, I found it in third grade. In third grade I learned how to write because I was there one day, but was absent they day they taught us how to many feet are in a yard, and I still don't know.
However, I did learn how to use synonyms. So I can clearly say that my headache is pulsing and pounding and throbbing and thumping, which are not only synonyms but also alliterations. I can say my headache is omnipresent, pervasive, always there. However, I cannot come up with a synonym for the cause because it is unknown, indefinite, unspecified.
Sometimes the health professionals, doctors, physicians ask me when the headache started and I tell them I don't know. One day it just appeared and now it won't go away. I say that maybe it's been with me since my birth, my beginning. Maybe instead of a spirit, a soul, a being, I got left with a headache. When I tell them this, though, they shake their heads, click their tongues, tell me to go back to sleep, so I can rest, rejuvenate, relax.
And I do. Always, at all times, continuously.
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When I was in third grade, I learned everything and nothing. Ask a teacher where to find the purpose of life, and they'll say in their classroom. But in truth, I found it in third grade. In third grade I learned how to write because I was there one day, but was absent they day they taught us how to many feet are in a yard, and I still don't know.
However, I did learn how to use synonyms. So I can clearly say that my headache is pulsing and pounding and throbbing and thumping, which are not only synonyms but also alliterations. I can say my headache is omnipresent, pervasive, always there. However, I cannot come up with a synonym for the cause because it is unknown, indefinite, unspecified.
Sometimes the health professionals, doctors, physicians ask me when the headache started and I tell them I don't know. One day it just appeared and now it won't go away. I say that maybe it's been with me since my birth, my beginning. Maybe instead of a spirit, a soul, a being, I got left with a headache. When I tell them this, though, they shake their heads, click their tongues, tell me to go back to sleep, so I can rest, rejuvenate, relax.
And I do. Always, at all times, continuously.
Literature
So, I lied.
I am a poet.
At least,
that's what my
skin tells me when
I bleed.
I'm slowly melting into
bed sheets not worth
lying in twice.
Half sick of shadows,
I think I've lost my mind.
My thoughts are s p i n n i n g
and my bones are shaking.
But I keep repeating re-peating
repeating your name like a mantra.
All I want to do is sleep.
But you see,
I bleed more than red
and there is this ink pen
digging through my skin.
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Online
"I have a problem."
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But-"
"No."
"…"
"Thank you."
"But…this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"I know."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the q
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Selfish
I have no right to cry...
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I have no right to complain over a delayed meal...
When an ashamed mother desperately searches the streets for food to feed her two young children
I have no right to complain over schoolwork...
When a little girl's family cannot afford to give her basic schooling and the opportunities it provides
I have no right to complain over being bored...
When a father works three jobs and attends night courses to barely pay his mortgage on time
I have no right to be sel
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Woah.... that was AMAZINGLY written. I love how you incorporated both synonyms and alliterations until the very end. And I have to say, the beginning was the part that caught my attention when browsing through literature. Upon investigation, I was immediately rewarded with reading this piece. One suggestion, though:
"Ask a teacher what grade do you learn everything in, and they'll always say the one that they teach."
This sentence is awkwardly worded, starting with the "do you learn in." Not only is this grammatically incorrect, it's also awkward. It tripped me up and I had to reread it, which is something you DON'T want, and even after that, I still didn't get it fully. It disturbed the flow of the otherwise excellent piece, and left me puzzled. The last half, "the one that they teach," left me with practically the same complaints as previously mentioned.
However, if you do change the sentence based on this, let me say this: I love the beginning, "Ask a teacher." Not only does this introduce an important 3rd party, showing depth to your story, but it also makes it more personal. You are directly addressing the reader through a command, making it soooo much better.
Sorry for over-analyzing one sentence, but your piece was just too good to ignore. Wow... this is AMAZING!
Don't stop writing.... seriously DON'T STOP. This was amazing!
"Ask a teacher what grade do you learn everything in, and they'll always say the one that they teach."
This sentence is awkwardly worded, starting with the "do you learn in." Not only is this grammatically incorrect, it's also awkward. It tripped me up and I had to reread it, which is something you DON'T want, and even after that, I still didn't get it fully. It disturbed the flow of the otherwise excellent piece, and left me puzzled. The last half, "the one that they teach," left me with practically the same complaints as previously mentioned.
However, if you do change the sentence based on this, let me say this: I love the beginning, "Ask a teacher." Not only does this introduce an important 3rd party, showing depth to your story, but it also makes it more personal. You are directly addressing the reader through a command, making it soooo much better.
Sorry for over-analyzing one sentence, but your piece was just too good to ignore. Wow... this is AMAZING!
Don't stop writing.... seriously DON'T STOP. This was amazing!