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I cry when I read.
Sad solemn tears spill down my face
and I don't know how to stop them
I think it's because I lived in characters minds
For so long,
They were my only friends.
They were my only enemies.
I normally have a character
That is everything I want
And I normally have a character
That I can only pity
And no matter how hard I try
to stop the tears from fal
With my heavy heart.
But then I realised,
Why would I not cry.
It is only a sign,
of utterly good fiction
by Gabrielle Fullam, age13.
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