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Write an imaginative piece that celebrates the ways relationships contribute to a sense of belonging.

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Practice HSC question "Human beings, like plants, grow in the soil of acceptance, not in the atmosphere of rejection." Drawing on the ideas on this quotation, write an imaginative piece that celebrates the ways relationships contribute to a sense of belonging. "You and me, we used to be together, always. I really feel that I'm losing my best friend, and if it's real I don't want to know. Don't speak, I know what you are thinking, don't tell me cause it hurts." A tear runs down the thin crease of my face, too young to know aging but old enough to recognise the sorrow that surrounds me. ...read more.


You looked right through me with those eyes that once made me love and suddenly made me hate and fall in sorrow. With six words you destroyed my idyllic world, my happiness, my desire to love. Everything started changing, I could not show you my love any more, every time I saw you the sky became grey and I got colder even if the sun was trying to shine through the clouds. My love was hiding behind all the sorrow but that pain was slowly eating my ability to be happy. Around our, or I should say your friends, I started feeling nervous, agitated, angry, sad; you were not holding my hand any more, your large shoulder were not supporting my sorrow but making it worse. ...read more.


I feel that my white pillow is the only friend that can carry the sorrow in my black tears, not my, I would better say your friends, or my family, but a white cold pillow that, at least, will never hurt me. A melancholic melody softly approaches my young mind, the radio is playing one song that I have never heard before and it slowly fills me: "I' not here, this isn't happening. In a little while I'll be gone." I close my eyes, dreaming of a world where you are still with me, holding my hand and kissing my red lips and with a tear gently running over my young skin I fall in a dream, where I am the Queen and you are the King. ...read more.

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