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My Life
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Continúa, Has publicado mar 20, 2016
Being alive is the most beautiful thing, 
To feel nature,
To see nature,
To explore nature.
Haaaaaa thats the sound of my firat breath. My eyes opened to see my mothers face, tears rolling down her face,
She was filled with love and emotion

Something was wrong
Where was he? Where was my dad?
Now don't get mwrong i love my dad and all but there is only a certain amount of hurt a human being can take, you werent there when i took my first breath,
Helo me with my first steps,
Teach me to read or write
Why? Why? Why? I ask myself over and over abd over again.
Is there something wrong with me that u cnt move your thunb and stop for a few minutes of the day to tell me you love me or ur proud of me. Is that too much to ask?
Am i to black for you?
Am i not what u expected?
Was i just a fling?
Was i a mistake?
WHAT IS IT?

My heart is torn almost every secong of everyday, 
Whishing that maybe just maybe my dad would turn up at my door.

Are you happy now?
Knowing your own flesh and blood feels
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.