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posted by I_love_Mikey
When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because wewe saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
wewe can't think, it makes wewe wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.

The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving wewe so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves wewe praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it past
But you, wewe cannot last
wewe saw this coming,
But for yourself, only hate is what wewe have

Break free from the silence,
Open a new form of defiance
Break the window,
a passage opens,
See yourself through,
a life wewe know,
The one wewe had,
if wewe had the chance,
would wewe go back?

Even if it meant losing what little wewe have now...
To get so much zaidi in the end, refuse, how?
When wewe cry, all I can think of is ending it all.
But, I won't until I know you're alright.

wewe saw it coming.
When light wasn't enough to suffice your good deeds.
wewe saw it coming when they thought they won, the young teens.
wewe looked hopeful, when wewe saw her smile.
But it didn't last, for even a little while.

But would wewe see it coming...
if I just gave up?
Would wewe see it coming if I had enough?
Would wewe see it coming if I continued to cut?
Would wewe see it coming, if I ended it all?
wewe wouldn't see it coming,
that I won't allow.
wewe won't see it coming,
when I take my final bow.

wewe saw it coming.
And, her wewe will be loving.
wewe and her are perfect.
You're zaidi than words've ever said.
You're the world, and wewe don't believe it.
Sometimes we all just wish you'd see it.
Take a deep breath, when wewe see her coming.
Because it'll be wewe kwa her side,
keeping her moyo running.
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posted by para-scence
"...What do wewe mean?" Mom asked. We'd told her about the rent. I had managed to get off the table, but I had to lean against the counter for support. My leg was so sore.

"Mom," Paige alisema slowly. "We're going to get evicted if we don't pay it."

"So just pay it," she said, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't," Paige said. "We have no money."

"What happened to all of it?" Mom asked, her eyes widening.

"We used it to pay the hospital bill last month. So Matt had offered to pay the rent, and he didn't. Now we're in trouble." Mom was quiet for a moment, then rolled her eyes and...
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posted by Insight357
    Seven mwaka old Claire Debony dashed outside of her pa’s barn. Her short, brown hair bouncing behind her as she ran. Her tee shati flapping behind her in the wind. She was going to meet her friend Wyatt down at the crick. It was an everyday ritual for them.
    When she reached the bank of the crick she glanced around for Wyatt. She walked out onto the pier. The pier went about one-fourth into the water.
    Claire spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She began to turn, but it was too late. Wyatt, a gangly boy with black...
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posted by K5-HOWL
A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would wewe do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a ngumi, punch
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My swali is: Would wewe have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising chajio, chakula cha jioni for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten kwa all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with kwa outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...
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posted by livethislifeup
Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth mwaka anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every mwaka until our twelfth...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for kusoma and commenting on my articles! HOPE wewe ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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What Screenwriters Get Wrong About Outlines kwa Alan Watt via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind wewe how beautifully and wonderfully made wewe are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long zamani and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the picha he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colors and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear You-Know-Who,


How can wewe not read my body language? When wewe present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my Marafiki present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think wewe touched my hair!!!!


I know wewe were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! wewe hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected wewe to. At least wewe didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. au when I hit the...
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posted by rebaj2010
love. what does it truley mean? being in upendo is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in upendo is when wewe feel something for one person zaidi strongly than wewe feel for another. but upendo is something elsa all together. upendo is when wewe cant convience yourselve wewe upendo someone, but when wewe try to leave something tells wewe no, stop and think. and when wewe do think the reason is blantint. upendo is when wewe think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits wewe that without all of that wewe wouldnt be the person wewe are, and they wouldnt be the one wewe love....
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uandishi A Great Book Doesn’t Mean It Will Sell kwa Jennifer Brody via Filmcourage.com.
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Character Archetypes In YA Fiction kwa Jennifer Brody via FilmCourage.com.
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