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Thomas- youre late. My teacher, Miss Samuel told me as I took my seat at the back off the classroom. She didnt say it in an accusing way though.
YOU TELL ME THAT YOUVE GOT A NEW MAN HES SENSITIVE AND HES KIND HE BRINGS YOU FLOWERS ON A SUNDAY AND LISTENS TO WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
“Welcome home, soldier,” called a voice in the dark, 30 years late to a 50 year old man. Once he was golden with the promise of youth, til his country sent him off to foreign land.
Testing.... Bedales Schools http://www.bedales.org.uk Telephone 01730 300100 Disclaimer. This email is confidential and intended solely for the use of the individual to whom it is addressed.
With understanding comes strength. The strength to walk with a wrongdoer through criticism and resentment knowing that you too have erred.
I came back from where I've been knowing I must face this alone, with no one beside me and all the terrors upon me.
The sky was black with angry cloud as day slipped into night, And darkness like a cosmic shroud laid claim to earth's bright light.
NO JUMPING IN PUDDLES TODAY MY LAST LITTLE ONE IN YOUR BLACK SHINY FIRST DAY TINY SHOES I HOLD YOUR HAND THROUGH THE GAPING GREEN RAILINGED JAWS OF THEIR WORLD TIGHTER THAN YOU HOLD...
When the light's switched off, or the mood is just down, We have all felt that misty lust, a lust of hunger. Of a being right behind you...
Info :- This isn't a true story, I just thought of it once, I hope you like it. Titanic Survivor's Account I was only 8 when it happened.
Him. The lanes twisted and turned for miles, there were only two houses, mine and his. His curtains were closed, mine were open. His garden was tall and crowded, mine was neat and cut.
Tobuscus' song "I Can Swing My Sword" features in Part 7 :D A Parody of the Minecraft Adventures Part 1: Introduced to a Creeper It was daytime in the world of blocks as me and my mentor, Tom,...
Drugs Test (This was written by British Soldier) What he says makes a lot of sense!) I work, they pay me. I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit.
A little boy was sitting on the footpath with a bottle of Turpentine. He was shaking it up and watching all the bubbles.
I seem to be out of trousers, Just my luck. The trouser monster has stolen them, The foul crook. I'll be a little cold today, But not dead. Because I'll be wearing, My shorts instead.
Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the Times.
Maybe never, will they know the pain. Maybe never, will they feel the same.
I say goodbye to the family and start another day of factory rules and factory tools and fools in factory grey.
But im afraid. Its too late. Ground falls from underneath. There isn't much to feel. Doubt in me rules me. Tries to make me urge me. Urge me to choose weakness over strength.
Ok Sincerely Mia.
It burns me almost turning cold, tears my skin while keeping them alive.
I'm almost more busy in the summer than I am during school!.
Sometimes like tonight, I get this curious feeling...like I am meant to be alone. And that alone is me...not these 'lies' of having people. But I've always been wrong...
Hazardous harpies humiliate the humid environments of hapless and harsh beaches still waiting for slithering serpents to admit to sacrilegious statements and superstitious sayings that slyly stay in...