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  The Ink Wars

  

  By GlittaDreamz, Vancouver, Canada

  Groan. Grumble. Clutch your forehead on hold onto your side. I think I'm going to puke. But I have to say something. I stare at her. I feel the world going by and by. Finish her, my teacher told me. But how? She's so big, she'll devour me. She smiles an evil grin and lets her nostrils...
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  That Lonely Path

  

  By GlittaDreamz, Vancouver, Canada

  As a metaphor, I could see mirrors being the window to the external mask we live in. Our pain, desires, dreams, guilt, scars, and pain are hidden by a silky mask we fix into place as we step out the door to greet the world. Perhaps even when we look into the mirror, we see ourselves and despise that...