Forgive but Never Forget: My Past and Present

Forgive but Never Forget: My Past and Present

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Warning: Too much cliché or whatever common story lines. PROLOGUE I’m a homebody, I’m not interested in going outdoors, I’d rather stay at home all day, I’d rather sleep, play video games, or read books. School is fun, but I prefer home school, I prefer being alone. Friends? I don’t have any… oh I have one… No… I HAD ONE Yes… HAD, our friendship existed years ago but now, I have no one. Why would I bother finding someone, who would betray me sooner or later? That person broke my trust, and I won’t trust anyone this time now that I have learned my lesson. So can someone please… remove this feeling I’ve felt for this certain person, I’m not going to waste my time worrying about this being --------------------------------------------------------------- a/n You'll get bored from this, cuz I'm a boring writer. I write to express not to impress. G? :P Learn to wait. :) English isn't my first language so if there are errors... deal with it. :)
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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