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The BananasIt was breakfast time, and both of the bananas sitting on the counter, bruised and beaten, knew they were done for this morning. They had watched their friends go, sad to see them meet their fate, but glad it wasn't them.
They cringe as she takes her cereal things out, knowing their time is coming to a close. They try to get her to eat the other first, "Eat him!", "No, eat him first!", as she picks them up, examining their bruises. Finally, after a long hard look at them, she picks the left one. "Hahaha!" The right one laughs. "I wouldn't be laughing. You're next." The banana being eaten says.
Her lips close around him, stuffing him in her mouth, as the banana sitting on the counter watches. She throws the peel away, and then walks over and picks the last banana up. "You don't want to eat me! I taste worse than the other one!" He tries desperately to get her to not eat him, but despite his protests, she takes a bite, maiming him. "Ow!" She makes a face, and then throws him in the garba
The OceanThe ocean is an angry beast,
threatening me with its giant waves.
I'm not scared though,
I accept my fate.
But the ocean does not accept me.
It pushes me back to shore,
as if it knows of my intentions.
It knows I need to live,
to change the world;
to make it a better place.
But I still don't know
what I need to do.
I still feel helpless.
I need some help,
but that's the one thing
I have trouble asking for.
All I want
is to make a difference.
Is that so naive of me?
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