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One Last Time

an idea: you are a bulletproof girl. Amanda Beth is a common girl, like many common girls. She's being loved by everyone and being hate by some people, too. Amanda is a high school girl with even lower average skills. We have to admit not everyone's smart and not everyone have to be good. So, Amanda gets into a genk, so tho she's stupid, she is saved, not being in bully around the school. She's one of the bully. But, that's not her. Whenever her bad friends are leaving her alone, she's trying to be friend with the bullied ones. She's helping the victims like in ninja ways. As I told you before, she's being loved by everyone, too, right? Amanda is helping them with spreading good things about them rather than against her own friends when the bullying's around. She's doing that for win-win solution and seriously, no ones really feel bad about it. Everyone needs her, but inside of Amanda, she thinks herself as a coward. who thinks
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Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

#nowplaying Nature Boy - David Bowie

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"Let me go, July" Powered by mp3skull.com
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#1 time @morgue :sob: (+)H.Cath :'((

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July awaits out of the morgue room July's face was pale. Her face was wet with her own tears. She was sitting on the waiting chair, in front of the morgue room of St. Angel Hospital. Her whole body was shaking. Her eyes seemed seeing a lot of things when she's even alone that time. It's a cold and silence. Her body was wrapping by the lime-green blanket. She kept cry, but she's pretty. Someone came out from the morgue room. A slide door whispered. Suddenly, July had a move with her face and looked who's coming. A man with a formal suit. His face also looked pale. More pale than July's. He walked out from the room, passed where July sit. He kept walk and July more cried out loud. And July's cry made him stop to walk. "It was you...." He whispered. "It was you, July. Who was with her at the last time, right?" "It's not me." July kept crying. "I was with Lincoln at the living room and then I asked him to wait..
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New Page

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I'm glad to open a new page. I don't think it's a wrong thing to make a fresh start several times. It could be things that people always afraid of. I wish I can say I'm not afraid. But, I'm afraid, too. It's not easy to put things you've been lived left behind. Not even today. But, I can live without them, too. It's a new start AGAIN!
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