Emotion
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Olivia Tully-watts, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2011
Misery. Like a silent violin, slowly gathering the dust that seems to endlessly fall.
Sadness. A daisy, blooming on it's last day. It knows what is to come.
Silence. The noise that seems to fill your heart with out a tune.
Love. Binding, endless, cruel, yet so wonderfully perfect.