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posted by Phoenix_Stone
Instead of hating your life, آپ should be thankful that آپ have one.

If آپ ignore everything آپ find horrible in your life and focus on the blessings آپ have, then I feel that آپ will become a better person.

At least آپ have eyes to see with, while others see nothing.
At least آپ have ears to hear with, while others hear nothing.

Think about all the blessings آپ have.
I have seen one of the poorest people in the world.
I have seen them suffer.
A charity team started to offer them help but they کہا no. They told them, "There are others who are worse than us. Help them. We are fine." and they listed so many names of others in need. They didn't seem fine to us, their children had died at young ages of starvation and water-bourne diseases, but to them they were okay.
They were better off than others and they appreciated this.

آپ should appreciate it too.

I am tired of people saying that they hate their life, that they want to die.
To me, they sound as though they have دیا up.
Enjoy your life to the fullest and be a good person, so that people can follow your example, and the world can become a better place.

آپ will die one دن and that is inevitable, so why hurry something that will happen on it's own? There is no logic.

So never say آپ hate your life, because آپ should love it. آپ should always stay happy, not dark. Darkness influences the people around آپ and eventually leads to badness.

All humans are our family and instead of worrying about our own difficulties, we should help people through theirs. Help your relatives, neighbours and family. Donate to charity out of happiness, so as to improve someone's life. And don't whine about your own.

I wish for all of you, who are reading this مضمون and who are not, the greatest happiness.

Sorry for rambling, but I had to let everything out!

Thank آپ for reading,

~Phoenix
posted by r260897
now standing on last دن of سال
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
دن سے طرف کی دن we got used to
night سے طرف کی night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
اگلے time we'll say
"damn our دل still misses
THE 2011"
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posted by coolie
The palace was the equivalent of wonderland. The wind in the palace brushed the grand trees as if it were وین Gogh painting a famous piece of art. The exotic inside of the palace was like a gigantic version of the Mona Lisa. When you’d sit in the king’s, comfortable, couches, you’d sink in the couches depth of fluffy pillows like an abandon sailboat sinking under water.
The king and queen were once looking out of the balcony to view their beautiful ocean, when the ocean sliced through the rocks as if it were a sharp silver-bladed sword.
“Ohm ‘goshith ‘royallith ‘Charlessith,”...
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posted by EmzLovesCheryl
I saw a boy today
He was beautiful and tall,
He had dark straggly hair
And he was hunched over small.
He had gorgeous blue eyes
And a cute little grin,
A good taste in clothes
And honey coloured skin.

He glanced in my direction
That made me blush,
He winked from over the road
And I laughed in spite of myself.
He grinned مزید widely
Quickly glanced around,
Shoved his phone in his pocket
And made his way towards.

Before I even knew it
He was saying 'hey',
I stammered a response
Not knowing what to say.
He didn't seem to mind
In fact his dimples raised,
He started talking smoothly
Asking for my name.

He told me he was...
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posted by tyranitarfan
“I think آپ should sleep more, madam,” Lavender Chris said.
Lavender was a fifteen سال old girl, with a cute freckly face, long black hair and blue eyes. Her twin, April, was sitting اگلے to her. A neighbour, Carla Pleasant, was sitting in front of them. And between them stood a table.
“For how many hours do آپ sleep?” Lavender asked. “Around five,” Carla said. April sighed. “Lavender’s right,” she said, “You don’t sleep at all. آپ know, lack of sleep can lead to diabetes, blood pressure, depression and God knows what all problems! And آپ don’t sleep! That’s why...
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posted by teamsalvatore98
Andrea ran out from the old mansion, breathing hard, but wanting to get as far away from the wretched place as possible. "Stupid peices of SHIT!" she yelled into the night, at the moon. "Andrea!" a voice called. But to Andrea, it wasn't a voice. It was the voice. The voice belonged to Joshua. Joshua, who she'd walk through endless Hell to get to. But alas, she would never have him. Their worlds were too different. She turned around, her hair like a bright red flame blowing gently in the night. "Josh, what the hell are آپ doing? Stalking me?" She کہا it with مزید poison than intended, but...
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She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop reading no matter how painful its effect would be.
He کہا آپ are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that آپ are passionate and caring, that آپ are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know آپ and I drew آپ in my mind like an angel the same way آپ looked to me. I forgot in that منٹ all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But...
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posted by odekanmi
What do آپ want in life?,
That's a good سوال I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Christmas in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that آپ would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its مزید like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I کہا it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4
posted by ToEkNeE
I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...
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posted by 16falloutboy
Mekashi: The Other Side


The story of how Mekashi became Mekashi. The events that create her, the events that unleash her, the events that drive a girl into becoming a psychotic monster who we know as Mekashi.


The sun had risen out of its slumber, inflicting the world with its powerful light. It was a Wednesday morning, the middle of the week and the middle of the school year. Inside a house, inside a room, a bedroom to be exact, a girl slept soundly in her بستر until an alarm played some sort of a Metal song. 2 سیکنڈ after, she took her iPod which played the alarm and she shut it off. Sitting...
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i awoke pain everywhere it felt like my skin was melting but yet i did not scream traing kicked in and i found my black armoar to any normal sentient bieng it would be like an anchor but i am not normal am i after that i grabbed my weapons the first was a set of 2 curved assian knifes curved and made for my hands سیکنڈ standard ar رائفل it had no scope only sights all i needed to kill at 100 yards third a shotgun normal used in swat teams tactical 12 guage shot gun پمپ action forth 44mm glock i holousterd it and my knifes my knifes at arm length pistol on my hip then an explosion rocked my...
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posted by misscrazel
A young fourteen سال old girl walked down the road talking to her three closest friends. she was an average girl of average height and she had dirty blond hair and brown eyes with a light dusting of freckles.

She and her دوستوں reached her driveway and she walked down to her home. she had a strange feeling like someone was trying to take her over. she ignored it and went inside.


that night she had the strangest dream. she saw a young boys dead body laying in a small room. his mother was there weeping over his dead body. his spirit drifted out and flew away. he found a baby and possessed...
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