Liar
Alexandra Jo
You say you didn't lie, sorry but you can't fool anyone. She knows what you did, what you wanted to do... "He never really loved me", she said. But he said he did, she thought. Did you really? "Listen", he said, " You disrespected me and I care about self respect a lot. I never lied to you and I didn't use you". She felt sad and she was upset. If you really love me you wouldn't leave me, she thought. That guy is a real fucking hypothetical asshole. He will get what he deserves. It was all sudden for her. She cried and cried and decided that she owns him nothing. She got attached too much. It was so painful for her that this happened to her again...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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