menulis Article: Why? Because

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posted by RuBB3rDuckie

Why?
Why is your touch so new?
Why is it so fresh?
Its not like anda have'nt touched me before.
So why do I feel so shiny, so new?
Is it because I now feel this way?
atau is it because anda do to?
We've hugged before.
But never, never, have i missed it, so much before.
I want to ciuman you,
and never let it stop.
I want to hold you,
and never let anda go.
I want to finish all your sentences.
I want to complete all your goals.
Why?
Why?
Why?

Because.
Because, now I'm touching anda with new eyes, with different hands.
The hands of lover not just a friend.
Because my hands have a loving touch.
Yeah I touched anda before, with the cinta of a bud.
I guess I see anda new.
Yes this feeling, is because we realized the cinta we had for eachother.
I hugged you, but now I cant wait till our first kiss.
I'm sure the kisses before us, will be nothing.
Your so amazing, So wonderful, your so beautiful.
And now your mine.
I want anda to hold me, with the intention of never letting go.
Heres all my sentences,
Heres all my dreams,
You, You, You.
Because
Because
Because

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Wanting Someone - Chapter Twenty One

posted by Lindy52

Chapter Twenty One

Michael stared at his wife and then, to the stranger standing selanjutnya to Mac before heading back to Jamie and asked her a question, “Jamie, what was going around here?”

Shocked of seeing her husband here instead of later, Jamie put Izzie down and watching the little girl running off to her father and started tugging Michael’s sleeve to tell him that she want him to pick her in his arms right away, Jamie stared at her husband picking Izzie up and holding her into his arms while asking him, “Michael, why are anda here this early?”

Staring at his wife’s face and while holding...

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"Weeds are Flowers, Too"

posted by ChiliPepperLuv

People say bunga are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once anda get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid atau a sunflower.
I may not be a rose atau an iris.
I'm lebih of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.

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On Confidence

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Source: Quote oleh Steven Pressfield

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Modern Times

posted by ZekiYuro

Probably the most famous film commenting on the twentieth-century technology is Modern Times,made in 1936.Charlie Chaplin was motivated to make the film oleh a reporter who,while interviewing him,happened to describe the working conditions in industrial Detroit.Chaplin was told that healthy young farm boys were lured to the city to work on automotive assembly lines.Within 4 atau 5 years,these young men's health was destroyed oleh the stress of work in the factories.
The film opens with a shot of a mass of domba making their way down a crowded ramp.
Abruptly,the film shifts to a scene of factory workers...

Cold Without anda (song)

posted by hgfan5602

It's cold in this room
Without your warmth for me
Hard to say the truth
Can I say it now....
I cinta anda

Am I so ashamed
To cinta you?
Oh no I'm not....
And I feel your warmth upon me
Everyday

CHORUS
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I will still cinta anda everyday of my life
Ever since
I came on your watch
And every menit of my life

I will still cinta anda every detik today
Cherishing all the moments that we had
Together

And I will bring every moment I've had
Together, with anda
I will still cinta anda everyday of my life
And no one will
Keep me away from anda
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The Flame of Memory

posted by hgfan5602

I will remember anda always.
Will anda remember me?
That is a pertanyaan for anda to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
anda will always be in my heart.
For I know that anda will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every menit of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.

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Getting oleh Ch. 1

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"Thank you, miss. We'll look over your application as soon as we can," the nice receptionist smiled. I nodded thankfully. She eyed me curiously, and glanced at my application. "Um, how old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty two," I said, without breaking a sweat. I'd been prepared for that. I'm actually fifteen, but maybe I could pass for a very short, very young looking adult. She nodded, but since she had no proof I was lying, she let me go. I walked down the streets, the sun beating down on me. I could tell oleh the brightness in the sky, I was late. I picked up the pace, and started running. Dogs...

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Forsaken

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Chapter One:Broken Hearted Boy,
In a small town texas, two twin girls named Hayley and Hayden lived with their grandparents for all their life since they were born, Hayden has long dark brown hair with red steaks and beautiful brown eyes and glowing skin, Hayley has short light brown hair and brown eyes and she look identical to Hayden as twin, they also live with their anut Alice who has blonde hair and hazel brown eyes and tan skin, the twins went to school one day, Hayley notices her twin looked so sleepy and had no sleep "are anda okay?" Hayley ask Hayden "no I just had a bad dream last night"...

A Studio Executive Told Me The Beetlejuice Script Would Ruin My Career oleh Larry Wilson

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my story. PLEEEEEEESE READ THIS!!!!!!!

posted by ryofangirl

CHAPTER 1

I opened my light blue eyes to buttery sunshine flooding through my window; no surprise despite the fact it was December 7. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, an always warm, always sunny place. The trees were always a brilliant green, the air always warm, and clouds rarely blocked the sky.
I detested it. Nothing against Atlanta itself, it was just too green, too bright, too hot. . . The air was thick and the humidity was high, and the unforgiving sun constantly beat down on my forehead. Maybe it's just me, but I fail to understand how anyone could possibly live in a place with even this...

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back yard world

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Angela (entire story)

posted by potterrox

As twilight fell over Paris, it was as though reality loosened its hold. The ancient and modern buildings battled for domination of the street, and of one’s senses. The juxtaposition of old and new was on the precipice of being overwhelming. We were all caught in limbo between the past and present.

Limbo wasn’t a good place for me. My thoughts sprang out and ranged in all directions, with nothing solid to contain them. There were no comforting boundaries in the area between dreams and reason, and nowhere to hide.

I told myself that I shouldn’t the horizon, that I don’t need boundaries,...