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“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...

سے طرف کی Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British Queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. Reading the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...

It's a beautiful day
Sun is shining on a bright sky
How could we ask for more?
But still I 'm wondering
How can they act like this?
Are they shutting their eyes for this emptyness?

And now I need to face it alone
I need to make it on my own

So don't cry
Everything will be all right
You've gotta live your life
You need to let it go
So don't cry
Give them your little smile
Hide the tears in your eyes
About the pain they don't need to know

It's a wonderful day
People smile and are happy
How couldn't this be enough?
But still I ask myself
How can they pretend like this?
Are they running away from this darkness.

And...

I might be addicted to you
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless

So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted

I’m digging myself a grave
Will آپ push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought آپ would leave me behind
So آپ can save your breath
I’m already death

Do آپ ever think about me
When آپ reminisce about the times that have been
Do you...

What i believe that i know

I don’t care what they think
I don’t care what the world thinks
I will be who I want to be
I will do whatever I want

I know that I’m alone.
I know that I will be at the bottom.
But I believe that even down
I will raise my head up high!
Nobody will stop me –
To do یا to say
What I believe that I know!

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Game with life

Life is the hardest game
And if آپ are weak, you’re going to lose
But if آپ face the problems and be strong
You will win
But آپ will just win yourself
Cause life is always the winner
And life will always win over you...

Whatever آپ do, don't end up like me.

Whenever someone asks if آپ believe in ghosts, آپ need to say no. Just say absolutely, positively, without a doubt that there is no way that ghosts exist. Don't even entertain the thought, as intriguing as it might seem. It is just not worth it.

Ghosts are not polite, they don't care, they don't play fair and they will tear your life up. Believe me.

Also,

Realize that delving into the unknown comes with a price. It isn't a nice little free ride یا something fun to do, getting all scared and the like—although it may seem like that. But once آپ get too...

Ok, for my english class earlier this year, I had to write a 10 paragraph story about a person who meets a genie, makes a wish, and it goes horribly wrong. Hope آپ like it!
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My name is Sadie Castro. I’m a 16-year-old girl at Upper Crest High School. I thought being the most مقبول girl in school was everything. Boys, people always wanting to hang out with you, BOYS!! God, was I ever wrong. Three weeks پہلے was the worst time of my life…
    I was always what people called your “Typical Nerd.” آپ know, glasses, braces, weird hair and clothes. On Friday nights,...

I can’t go to sleep without seeing your face
And I’m sick to the stomach though I haven’t eaten for days
Your voice is like a whisper calling out in the dark
But your light’s no longer shining through
And I’ve got to find a way to breathe without you
The only sound I hear is the beating of my own heart

I wish I could rip it out of my chest
I wish I could lay myself down to rest

I can’t find the right words to comfort myself
And I can’t find the right path to get out of this hell
Your silhouette is like a guiding light through the dark
And I hope the memory of آپ will never fade away
‘Cause...