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posted by BookWriter
What are best friends?
Are they always there for you?
Do they keep your secrets?
Do they hide from you?

Do they stay kwa your side?
au do they trash wewe to your enemies?
Do they comfort wewe in tough times?
au do they make fun of you?

I don't know what a best friend is
because I thought I had one
But, It turns out
She makes me feel like a fool.

I defended her in school
When everyone else made fun.
I hung out with her.
Even if it meant not being cool.

After everything I do
She ends up taking advantage of me.
Now, she barely confides in me
au even consider me a best friend.

She has kicked me out of her life.
Now I'm just another person that goes
to school with her.
She is liked at school now,
With Marafiki galore,
But, she has kicked out the one,
That loved her for her.

So, tell me,
Is this what "Best Friends" do?
I would rather not have one,
I wouldn't want to hurt you.
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Source: StauyDragon
posted by viju
 Shining down in eyes....
Shining down in eyes....
Do wewe ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do wewe ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
But inside do wewe know
You’re inescapable
Do wewe ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re moyo
There’s an aggression.

You need to hear
Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
Do wewe ever feel like
You’re so irresistible
But really wewe are
So capable
Do wewe ever feel
That...
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posted by BookWriter
Lovely dolphins gliding about,
Offering us their precious pout!
Of all God’s creatures down below
Kept salama for Mankind yet to know!
Facing the world with gracious grins,
Often flipping their dorsal fins,
Reaching down to the distant depths -
Truly savoring all their breaths!
Happily swimming back and forth,
Exploring East, West, South and North!
Having the time of their lives each siku -
Instead of us who work for pay!
Dolphins are noble! Quick to smile!
Dolphins are graceful! They’ve got style!
Expressing joy to everyone...
Nurturing youngsters to have fun!
Dolphins delight to see us swim,
Opening friendship’s no mere whim!
Love’s the best answer, don’t wewe see!?
Precious as pearls to wewe and me!
Happiness comes to those who wait...
Inside each moyo that doesn’t hate!
Nothing’s hidden from those who stare,
Seeking sweet dolphins everywhere...
posted by emmett
I see wewe standing there
you don't call me anymore.

I see your other Marafiki with you
hey, thats what I'm supposed to be for.

I can't help what I feel
I've denied it but I know it's real
Why aren't wewe talking, why can't wewe heal?

Reading your face is like
Falling through space I feel like
You're gone. Gone Away. You're gone.

Why can't wewe run at my own pace?
I'm losing my own race, I feel like
You're Gone. Gone Away You're Gone

I'd been fighting for so long
Fighting to keep strong
To recover from this disease wewe gave me

All hope was lost
The battle was long
We have won but we have lost
Everything that we have...
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wewe are a disgrace
Writing ‘bout a girl moving to a rainy place
Who’s getting horny kwa the touch of a sparkling tube of glitter glue
And who’s nothing but a selfish Mary Sue

Now your little piece of shit
Has made wewe ridiculously rich
But wewe refuse to give anything to charity
Which doesn’t add much to your dignity

And you’re not taking bad critics from us, honey
You let them be deleted kwa your precious brother
But as long as wewe can pocket the money
You don’t bother

Now, won’t wewe stand up and give the woman an ovation
‘Cause she believed we wanted to share her imagination
About a sissy...
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posted by xxXsk8trXxx
This is my assignment for school. I fit the format, but I would like some constructive critisism on it. Can wewe please give me some?
I was supposed to write a narrative of something that affected our lives, and I chose to write about the first time that I tried Coca-Cola.

    When I was younger, I was an eccentric little girl living in the small town of Sunnyvale (Yes, it’s a real place), California. I was about 3 au 4, and I lived in an apartment with my mom, dad, and older sister. My dad was a man who was very fond of soda, and one siku at lunch, he asked me to try some....
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posted by southern-belle
There once was a place where all was good

No poverty strife au fighting for food

A place call Utopia that lie on an isle

There once no war there, at least for a while

Then one siku the land we loved so dear and true

Was overthrown kwa armies, first one then two

One from each country the armies did come

They admired Utopia, wanted to be shown how it was done

The Utopians showed them, as was their peaceful way

What they did on this isle from siku to day

After much time spent the armymen found

It was much better here zaidi safe, zaidi sound

And so to Utopia there was to be flown

All the women and children, brought...
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Source: Me ^_^
posted by mitchie19
11. M E E T A A R O N


At exactly 3 pm, Mario, our house guard beeped through the telecom.
“Mr. Riley?” Mario asked. He used his British accent. I shifted my weight near the front door which the telecom was hung beside it. I pressed the button. “Yes, Mario?” “There’s someone at the gate, looking for Ms. Marhion.” I wonder who it is. I looked out the window. A silver BMW was parked in front of the gate. Weird.
He might not be a bad guy. “Send him in,” I told Mario then I saw the gate opened.
I approached the guy looking for Mariah. “Hi, Riley Cruz,” we shook hands. “Aaron...
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posted by mitchie19
7. E S C A P E T O V E G A S

I woke up alone in the hotel room.
I stared at the ceiling.
My mind went blank. I just had a bad dream last night.
I don’t want to think about it first. I’ll get to accelerate the speed of my heartbeat again if I dared to think. I went to the bathroom.
The first thing I did was, I stared at myself in the mirror, above the sink.
I noticed I had a small scar on my forehead.
“I remembered this,” I traced the scar using my fore finger.
Then sitting on the sink, I saw a torn piece of paper written with handwriting wewe can’t much explain who wrote it.
It said:

...
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posted by BeB
“Star Light Dream”

I gaze up at the stars again
Watching as they come kwa fast as the wind
Knowing no matter how much I try
I just can’t help but stare tonight

And no matter how hard I try
I can never be with them in the sky
Can’t wish enough
To just fly up above
Ain’t no wish gonna save me
Ain’t no wish gonna make a slave outta me

So I just keep gazing up again,
Wondering why I fell back down again
I see them stars fly round an round,
Wondering if they’ll come crashing down

I wish I may
And I wish I might
But my nyota light dream ain’t coming true tonight
So I wish I may
And I wish I might
But...
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posted by CullenProperty
What is the pain we enflict on each other
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the upendo that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned zaidi than excepted?
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Source: me
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Source: me