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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

Silent Bones

I put my mind blindly, yet thee full of maze and every time I keep lost I follow thee wherever the heart might gone For the history, I have made lots of fall down With you, there love, I carry the empty words Shall I go or shall I stay, the sorrow riddles always in the head Lots of miserable thoughts I endure on my own Joggling and clowns around me, play my heart to against me Singing of birds and great scent from flowers, good memories shall I remember Even the sad ending still keep the beautiful essence from thee Even worst pictures of thee put them to love thee  in thee greatness and in thee madness But my soul guides me, thee love, I'm not yours The answer for both of us, as we are, as one Impossible, as we also said to ourselves, impossible, and we still guess In the end, the edge reveals and I not see thee As my thee with a blindfold at thee eyes, too long the fogs separate us My silent bones walk through many paths waiting For my has walk through the tou
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