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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".

Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque

Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos

completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes

solo llevaban equipo de esquí.

.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup

.- Solo vamos por
IdentifyIdentify?!

My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!

The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.

Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.

Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!
To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga
La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.
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Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.

In red:
Bringer of peace to wars.
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Decision of Song

:iconomnijerbear:

Pop or rock,
I can't decide, what a shock
Playful beat or a song of thought

I just can't, no I can't, make up my mind
Perhaps I need a song that's one of a kind
A song that no one would ever find

Pop or rock,
I can't decide, what a shock
Playful beat or a song of thought

How people can decide, I'll never know
A song perhaps that's about to blow

That won't do, it needs to be something
Or perhaps just nothing
Or a song with a really nice ring

I begin to listen to music in my frustration
Maybe a song about anarchy around the nation
Or song of desperation

Pop or rock,
I can't decide, what a shock
Playful beat or a song of thought

What will others think?
That music would pass me by if I blinked?
Or that in this sea of emotions I am starting to sink?
Or my sanity is on the brink

Enough of this,
Can't you see, this is just a song for bliss
Message or not, this isn't for me
It's for others to hear, rather than a silent screen
:iconomnijerbear:
Pop or rock, does it really matter?
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