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Lover of life, adventure seeker, book enthusiasts and a writer.
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Tell me how to be in this world, tell me how to breath and then feel no hurt, tell me now because I believe in something.... I believe in us. Tell me when the night growns dark, that even in the dark we will find our way out, tell me now because I believe in something.... I believe in us.
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All the world will be your enemy..... Prince of the swift foot.
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I don't be this cold, shivering to bones, someone reset my soul, I don't wanna be locked out, I don't want to fill this doubt, I just want to scream and shout!!! I grow my hair too long,sing your least favorite song at the top of my lungs. The Vamps
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I still fall on my face sometimes and I, can't colour inside the lines but, I'm perfectly incomplete. I'm still working on my master piece.
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I will walk this road this ahead, 100 miles on my hands, do I need to show you? And if you don't believe me, I'd flip the whole world upside down
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Who am I to say what the future holds, missing you is the only thing I know. If my heart was paper I'd fold it. Throw it to the end and just hope it. Ends up with you. 💕💕 paper hearts
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Poems on paper (1) So I was looking through some sites and found these pictures of poems and the more I found the more I kept reading. So I an idea popped into mind. These are so great. Why not share them. And that's why I'm writing, so here they are below I hope you'll like them.
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What makes life all the more worth living? Is it people, events, moments, Money ,power success? What makes life worth living?
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What You Can do Defines Who You Are? I'm not a fool you see, But the history books are not yet filled, I not a royal you see , But I can also wear a crown, I'm not fast you see, But the wind is my beloved friend , I'm not worth Gold you see, But Diamonds are a reflection of me. I like the contradiction within this. The humilty and strength behind this. Thanks for reading. ❤
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What does love mean to You? Comment below
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We've all felt it before but hardly ever talk about it. Comment below What made you feel the most pain in your life?
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A Friend Told me today that having moral values in the 21st century is stupid and irrational. Is the world changing so much that being a good human being is being stupid and naive?
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It Must Be... Everyone was desperate for my arrival. Jacque, our chef, was speeding with energy, hurriedly making dozens of the tiny sandwiches that was the style here in England. He was a fabulous cook, one of the most wanted in the country. He had brown, curly hair, with sapphire eyes, very much like Princess Marilyn's, and was very handsome. However, he was one of the only people in the castle that was kind to me, which made me very thankful. Amy, a servant, was scrubbing dishes furiously, and countless other slaves were working beside her. As I entered the room, she looked at me, fury in her gaze. "I can't believe these nobles are eating so much!" she huffed, her average body shaking with anger. I jumped back, frightened. Amy caught my scared expression and smiled reassuringly. With a little laugh she said, "No, honey buns, I'm not mad at you." Then, she looked to the little window, where you could spy the feet of the nobles, and narrowed her eyes, "Those pigs up there are eating food like Jacque when he finally gets off one of his three day fasts!" Jacque was a very religious Catholic, and he often fasted for several days at a time to think more about God. I smiled in response, not saying a word. Sometimes, I forgot I even had a mouth. Amy grabbed a beautiful plate, topped with the little delicacies the nobles craved, and shoved it into my arms. "Serve this to the nobles upstairs," she demanded, quickly putting me to work. "But I am not dressed properly, and nobles don't want to look at my ugly face," I said in surprise, with no trace of sarcasm. Serving the food was reserved for the servants, too good a job for the lowly slaves. And Poe all the time said that I had an appalling face. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," she said carelessly. Then, as I passed her, she whispered, "Dear, your face is definitely not ugly. In fact, it is very beautiful," She looked back and shot me a smile. Wow. My brain was struck dizzy with amazement, thankfulness, and incredulity. Someone just said my face was beautiful. I knew what she said was not true, but it was nice, sometimes, to believe. The huge archway leading to the ballroom loomed before me, like a forbidden gate I was not allowed to cross. In all of my eighteen years, and ten of them working at the castle, I had never set foot into the ballroom. Slaves had very limited access to anywhere that the nobles and the royal family stayed. Cleaning was their purpose, and they were expected to do so until they rotted with age, returning to the ground from which they came. My heart was nearly jumping out of my chest with excitement. I was going to do what no other slave had done before. I was going to enter the magnificent and glorious ballroom. I reached out with one foot to cross the invisible line... But then the worst happened. A pretty servant girl, her name unknown to me, appeared, a curious expression on her face. "What are you doing?" she asked. I quickly remembered to look down, and I respectfully said, "I am going to serve this food to the nobles." I suddenly heard a guffaw, and glanced up to see the servant laughing her eyes out. "You think you can serve to the nobles? What madness is this? The slaves must be rising up against us." Then she suddenly snatched away my plate, her eyes narrowed with disgust. With a final look of contempt, she snapped, "Go empty some chamber pots, little slave girl." A blinding pain entered my chest, something totally unfamiliar to me. It wasn't her rudeness, I had been treated much worse, but something else. Go empty some chamber pots, little slave girl. I turned and ran like the wind. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. Go empty some chamber pots, little slave girl. I rushed to a small door I had never seen before. I was almost positive that it was a forbidden territory for a slave, but daring was pumping through me, and I, for once, was not afraid of anything. Let them punish me. I swung the door open, stepping into a small area, a garden. It was absolutely beautiful, with weeping willows looming over a small fountain, purple flowers blooming around it reverently. The grass was green and crisp, and it crunched under my feet as I walked. I looked for a ledge, somewhere where I could sit down until the hurt went away. Go empty some chamber pots, little slave girl. A slave girl. That's all I was, and all I was ever going to be. A slave until I die. I bent my head, and the tears started to flow. The air whistled as I heard the door fly open. I didn't look up to see who the person was. It was probably a noble. I wondered if they would faint at the sight of me, a miserable slave, occupying their perfect garden. Ruining their perfect world. The tears were still in full force, a truly horrendous waterfall that poured down my cheeks, probably disfiguring my face even more than it already was by itself. I wondered if it was my hormones that was making my emotions boil. I had not cried so badly in my entire life. Why did I pick this night to bawl my brains out when the nobles were out and about around the castle? "Don't cry," the most hypnotizing, lulling voice I had ever heard speaks, an interlude of notes squashed into two words. Yet, a deep, husky quality was to it that could only belong to a man. I looked up to see the owner of the spectacular voice, and was stunned. He had a mop of golden hair that sparkled in the sunlight, and eyes almost exactly the same color. His lips were plump and not chapped like mine were, and his whole face was shaped in a perfect oval. He was slender, yet muscled, and he was very tall. He was pure perfection, Princess Marilyn's counterpart, her ideal match. This must be Prince Lucas. Startled and horrified, I jumped to my feet. I realized now that I had done a horrible thing. I needed to go back to the serving room, and await the consequence the king would mercilessly inflict on me when he heard Prince Lucas's report. Or maybe he would drag me there right then, humiliation consuming me. Endless tortures flashed through my mind, horrible places they could send me...
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