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Dear, Michael Why did you do this? {edited by kierasalt}

"I'm not mad, I'm just hurt. There's a difference."

*3 years ago* "Who's listening to that song?" asked the girl with the long brown hair and the black glasses which made her eyes look smaller than what they already were, the kids at the school's bus stop. "I am, why are you asking?" answered another girl with blonde ombre hair, who was standing in front of her. "I love that song!" answered the first girl. "Me too! It's my favourite!" said the second girl excitedly. "By the way... My name's Sophia... Just in case you didn't already know..." said the first girl, introducing herself. "I'm Irene... and yes, I know your name... we go to the same school, you silly!" said the second girl, smiling. Two friends, who will have their dreams come true in a matter of time. After all, you might as well should listen to your heart and feelings.

As we all know, people have the ability to think. They think every second, every minute, they think before they speak or after, they think every time. We have thoughts about someone or something, we have thoughts about our life, we think and have wonders about something or even better we have thoughts about everything. Maybe those thoughts are bad or good, sad or happy, pessimistic or optimistic we can't control it. Thoughts in my head have colours, every thought has one colour this is why I called that poetry book "Colourful Thoughts". P.S. Those poems are inspired by songs, by my life or by lives of others or is just some thoughts that I have.

starring ashton irwin as a florist who can't take his eyes off of a regular customer Book one in Workplace Series.

"How can you love me? When I'm a scarred mess and I'm tearing you and your best friend apart?" - "Because nothing has made sense since the day I met you. We both love you, Cara, there's no questioning that. The real question is which one of us do you love and which one of us are you lying to." -completed February 16th, 2016

Everybody's got their demons; Even wide awake or dreaming. ~~~~~ She flashed her eyes at him; suddenly coming to a conclusion. Her green orbs widened in realisation. "You have a black heart," she whispered softly, her red lips moist with tears. She finally understood. "Oh, baby," Michael murmured in a mocking tone. He crouched down to her level, grabbing her chin in his cold hands. His fingertips fluttering over the wet patches of her face. At any other given time, the girl would have revelled in his touch. "I don't have a black heart. I have a jet black heart," a sly smirk formed on his oddly angelic face, as he hissed the words.

a life in (6 x 100) words

Being kicked out of the house once was okay for me, but twice? No. It was a disaster. Especially for a friendless and jobless girl like me. So while I was wondering where to sleep tonight, I met these four boys. They were my enemies back in high school. And they invite me to live in their big-ass house. The worst part? I have no other choice.