What do wewe want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?
What do wewe expect to happen?
As wewe kick me down
As wewe rip me apart
Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!
What do wewe want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath
I alisema I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more
I lived with your love
The upendo wewe showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your upendo was only Hate
Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery
What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?
What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you
Why Me!?!?!?!?
Why did wewe choose me?
When there were others zaidi accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?
How could wewe do it?
When I begged for wewe to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?
Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?
This unending cycle
Was all wewe ever knew
Is all you'll ever have
'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat
wewe may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...
Was it all worth it?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?
What do wewe expect to happen?
As wewe kick me down
As wewe rip me apart
Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!
What do wewe want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath
I alisema I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more
I lived with your love
The upendo wewe showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your upendo was only Hate
Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery
What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?
What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you
Why Me!?!?!?!?
Why did wewe choose me?
When there were others zaidi accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?
How could wewe do it?
When I begged for wewe to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?
Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?
This unending cycle
Was all wewe ever knew
Is all you'll ever have
'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat
wewe may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...
Was it all worth it?
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My upendo is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget wewe although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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wewe seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows wewe
like a hook,
won't let wewe go,
won't leave wewe alone.
wewe smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that wewe hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves wewe not,
wewe don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give wewe a strength.
wewe long for life
that wewe don't know of,
wewe seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits kwa Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to songesha tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a moto earlier, and let me tell wewe journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the moto ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits kwa Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to songesha tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a moto earlier, and let me tell wewe journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the moto ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia