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"Japan is in ruins, we are unsure of the whole damage..."

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2x+ 4(5x+16)=45

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Will I ever be Remember?

Vollyball

You hear your pulse beating in your ear, the blood rushing through your veins
Half the crowed cheers as the opposing team makes a point
Defeat begs you to join them, but it will not be tonight
All is silent as the ball flies
A 'mine" breaks all stillness, and you realize that you were the one who called the shot.
Your feet move...one...two..three feet as you position your self under the delicate cradle
A slight warning goes off in your head as you realize that you may have hit the ball wrong
A fellow team member goes for the ball, then another
Is it going to make it over the net? You pour your will for it to go over.
the relief is cut down as the opposite team also get to ball
Will it ever end?
The ball hits the floor, you breath out as you realize you had been holding your breath.
The buzzer goes off, making you jump.
You look up, game 5... 25 to 23.
We win, and the entire building erupts in cheers.
Only then do you sense the dull ache of being tense
But its a small price for the game of volleyball.

Invictus

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soal.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafaid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of fate;

I am the captain of my soal.