

The Last LetterThe Last Letter By Ryan MixonThe Last Letter
I was thinking the other day. If I ever wrote a suicide note, what would it say? Its the last piece of you that stays on the earth. Well, I think I know what it might say. I know that you wanted me to learn something from you. I did, I learned a lot, but I never showed it. I think if I wrote a suicide note it would be summing up my entire life. But instead of a suicide letter, ill call this my Last letter work.
Dear Hillary,
This weekend was spent in my lonesome and it turned out to be the most important weekend Ive ever had. Yesterday it


Justice?Justice?Justice?
By Ryan Mixon
The answer was still a mystery for me, but the question stayed the same. There was one more variable that was needed before the equation would be concluded. The variable relied on the man behind the desk, behind the door, behind the bold bronze letters. This battle was a test of time, for I am not the first soldier to enlist. This battle was a mark of rebellion by me but the war itself can only truly lie with my higher authority whose words meant more than my sword. Boredom was not above me in the least. Things that were considered everyday intrigued me as if I was unde
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