The Blackness In Your Heart Wont Last Forever

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— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

It’s Halloween. You’re a kid again, walking home from school. The ghost costume you wore to school drags on the ground. It’s chilly, the sky is dark gray and overcast, much darker than usual for this time of day. The wind blows the leaves down the sidewalk and they crunch under your feet with each step. The scents of fall foliage and chimney smoke fill the air. Each house you pass is covered in fake spiderwebs and glowing orange and purple lights and jack-o-lanterns. Even the funny inflatable decorations in your neighbor’s yard fill you with a thrill. The sounds of laughter and haunted house music float through the air. Your excitement grows as you finally reach your house. You rush up the front porch steps and through the front door, where your parents greet you with a hug. You drop your book bag and grab an old pillow case that you can’t wait to fill up with candy. You rush back outside to meet up with your friends and spend the rest of the night trick or treating.

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