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My hearts spliting in two
one for me one for you
why these feelings?
back and forth like tugawar
I feel trapped
in a wirlpool
that doesn't know wich way to go
will it stop?
will it go?
what more can i say to you?
wolf people Wolf people
Long ago before the white man visited the lands a tribe of natives lived deep in the woods, they hunted along side wolves. In return to the wolves for the help of hunting, the people would feed and give the wolves a warm place to sleep.
The new tribe leader Bear Paw loved the wolves and always wanted to be part of them more so than he already was.
On the night of the full moon celebration, Bear Paw wandered off to the great river. He neeled down on the soft soil, and looked out into the water, the moons twin rippeled in the water, the cool breeze was comforting careing the sent of fresh rain. Bear Paw herd the howls of the wolves celebrating with the tribe. The idea came
MonsterIn the dark corrners of your room somthing shadey, something dark, something evil lurks, just waiting for you to turn out the lights and close your eyes.
When you lydowne in bed and look around and you think you see things in the
night then you tell your self it's nothing.
But then! You have a feeling to look in the dark shaydey corner of your room as you look you have a feeling of being watched you feel a dark and menacing
feeling, as u ajust your eyes to the dark corner you see a set of blue googley eyes
they are blue like the deep parts or the ocean, you hart stops you lose breath then it startes again but it is beating faster than a race car. You start to calm
downe and just tell your self that you are seeing things because you are tired but as you say this and belive it you hear a deep strong viscious growl come from the
corner. Your eyes start to water you are so scared. You cover you ears and hide under the blankets then yo
DISAsTERI am misunder stood
Full of questns
Some to never be answerd
IM allright with that
I can't make rymes
not very well
There is little I can do well
Everything I do Usly ends up scroowing up
A disaster thats what I am
My only true skill is making friends
And dreaming things that will never happen
I can make storys but they don't work well
There is soo much in my life I don't talk about
nothing bad not at all
but the things i dream about somtimes arnt shared
The stories i make up when I'm in bed
I never talk about. I'm misunderstood
Full of Questns
I'm A disatser I do and say things stupid and always mess up.
UnknownWho can you trust?
WHo do you know?
When are they telling the truth?
How will you know?
is it when they say trust me?
Is it when they say things that seem so real?
friends you know in person are easyer to underastand
Because you know when they lie if you know
But real friends
or net friend
you never truely know
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