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what a stupid! love! love! love! "i cinta love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
cinta is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , anda can't even define it. anda know why? because it isn't there! that's why anda can't say i am in cinta and say the same word after two years atau two days.
anda see, if it worked with your lover, anda 'll say anda loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
anda are all stupid, lovers!
anda aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
anda may not believe me now, but anda will, in few years in your life.
cinta is a legend.
cinta is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , anda can't even define it. anda know why? because it isn't there! that's why anda can't say i am in cinta and say the same word after two years atau two days.
anda see, if it worked with your lover, anda 'll say anda loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
anda are all stupid, lovers!
anda aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
anda may not believe me now, but anda will, in few years in your life.
cinta is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do anda see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When anda look at the world anda always see the small things. anda never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised oleh ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… atau never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but anda ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When anda look at the world anda always see the small things. anda never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised oleh ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… atau never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but anda ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be artikel worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two friends are Sirens ( a different kind than anda think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring api and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it atau leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down oleh the river
atau other times oleh her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever oleh her side
She’s avoided oleh everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down oleh the river
atau other times oleh her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever oleh her side
She’s avoided oleh everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
