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OHMYGAWD I AM SO BORED D: So I made a cover for a story I MIIIIIIGHT write. Took me a while and badly edited but I upendo IT ANYWAY :D THOUGHTS?
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posted by BlondLionEzel
Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince jay would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her chakula and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving chakula to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The inayofuata day, jay heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....
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posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired kwa a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten kwa all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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posted by amoremusic
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all wewe want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
wewe act like wewe don't really
care where my moyo truly is.

Let me tell wewe where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my moyo
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see wewe looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

wewe look at me and wewe
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to wewe the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.

as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
wewe seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
Sittin here remicsin about all the good times we had watever happened between us we were like sisters we had each others back wewe were there for me and i was there for wewe i miss all the good times we had can we go back to that now

[chorus]
dont wewe remember all those timez all those things we did together i miss those times so bad watever happened can wewe tell me yeah so i can fix it and get rid of these weights on my shoulders yeah i miss wewe i miss talking to wewe i miss hanging with wewe can we ever go back ot those times

i have to thank wewe for so many things for everything wewe did for me yeah...
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