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
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

The Warm Wheel

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.
I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.
I embraced his back to help him to be himself, yet the carry asked him not to.
I let him go. 
Run, devil, run, and shadows blacked his road.
Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me asked to not do.
He let them go.


Carry the heavy bur silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
The warm wheel, I let him go.


And, goodreads version:

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.
I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.
I embraced his back to help him, yet the carry asked him not to.
I let him go. 
Run, devil, run, and shadows black his road.
Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me while I ask to not to.
He let them go.

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.

The warm wheel, I let him go.

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