Shaun
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, atau care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores oleh a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first hari at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black kemeja and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a sebelumnya life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the meja in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes anda get used to when anda live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play bola voli atau something.
But she was much lebih beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, atau care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores oleh a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first hari at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black kemeja and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a sebelumnya life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the meja in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes anda get used to when anda live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play bola voli atau something.
But she was much lebih beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I make mistakes
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no lebih pain
that means I will no longer stand it
anda took my jantung and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for anda
no lebih pain
but anda always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper anda name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let anda know.I'm no sewisidle atau crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
I mess up
but it was nevr enough
I no longer cry for you
no lebih pain
that means I will no longer stand it
anda took my jantung and ran it strait into the planet
now I'm taking control of this relationship
command it
that means I no longer die for
no longer cry for anda
no lebih pain
but anda always win
as th blood trickles down my arm
I wisper anda name into the dark
Cierra
the pain I went through for you
no longer
is anyone out there
feels like I'm talking o myslelf
feels like I'm going insane
feels crazy
guess I keep talking to myself
why in the world do I feel so alone
nobody but me
I'm on my own
is there anyone out there
that feels just what I feel
guess it's just me.
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just to let anda know.I'm no sewisidle atau crazy.just a kid who's been through alot and has grown up faster
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a pindah perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my bernyanyi talent atau of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. oleh believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and berkata “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a detik and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” berkata Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish anda did. There ya… anda go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” berkata Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” berkata Meghan. “What?” berkata Pompika. "nothing."
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, anda aren't standing on the port selanjutnya to me..
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. anda remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bintang in the whole Portsaid's sky..
anda didn't belive that one bintang is exist.. anda said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought anda was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what anda were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
anda was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but anda .. anda didn't point to the same star, anda saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? atau ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am lost now, i can't find this star. anda remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one bintang in the whole Portsaid's sky..
anda didn't belive that one bintang is exist.. anda said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought anda was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what anda were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
anda was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but anda .. anda didn't point to the same star, anda saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? atau ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
anda hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
anda twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
anda think anda can hurt me,
Just because anda gave me money,
anda think anda can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made anda fell.
I wish anda have never diberikan birth to me,
I wish I can expose what anda are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate anda to the heart's core,
I want anda to hear my vengeful call.
I respect anda because I must,
Yet anda blame me for not giving anda my trust.
How can I love, atau trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to anda oleh blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever anda will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
anda twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
anda think anda can hurt me,
Just because anda gave me money,
anda think anda can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made anda fell.
I wish anda have never diberikan birth to me,
I wish I can expose what anda are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate anda to the heart's core,
I want anda to hear my vengeful call.
I respect anda because I must,
Yet anda blame me for not giving anda my trust.
How can I love, atau trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to anda oleh blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever anda will grieve