Leo Leo Leo, Leo... Such a beautiful name. Leo, Leo... I remember yesterday, When I was upset... You came to my aid and asked, "Senpai, are you okay?" Yet a little before that day, We've talked on and on, And our friendship was made. So please, let me tell you, my dear friend. You have so much talent inside of you. In the spam of a week, People can become attached to your beauty. Do not let anybody tell you, Otherwise. Despite what you think of yourself, You are truly beautiful, my words are sincere. So whenever you feel down, I am willing to help you, my dear. Please, remember what I told you. Because, This poem is just for you... Because, This poem is just for you... Farewell, Farewell, Remember me.
The Girl Who Walked on Water Once there was a girl who walked upon the water. For years she'd sat upon the lonely deserted sands of the shoreline, gazing unfocused into the sea before her, a great and flat expanse, moving and unmoving, the waves growing tall, reaching their apex, and crashing back down in upon themselves under their own weight, so that even with such great and mighty fluctuations, the eternal ocean itself largely retained its basic shape. A long flat plane stretching out into infinity, its expanse so immense that these mighty waves were as nothing by comparison, and the body as a whole remained intact with its surges. Vast. Mighty. Powerful. It was hypnotic by its very nature, the complete opposite of all other life, and it mesmerized her. Its message spoke to her in a deep and profound way, it addressed the things that the men and women around her brushed aside, and it didn't always succeed in answering them, but
The Struggle Is Real - Day 100I just, I just can't do it anymore, man! This god damn class is so boring. It drains me. So much so that my mind simply won't allow me to go through with it. The lack of sleep doesn't exactly help, I guess. Miss Hawkface, her legit name, believe me, I wish I could think of something better, screeched at the class about maths. She was cawing on about something to do with numbers, and triangles. Was it trigonometry, maybe? Or geometry? I couldn't care less. My eyelids felt so heavy. I really should have stopped playing Advanced Warfare after midnight, maybe that would have helped. But noooo! I just had to get prestige, didn't I? Didn't I?! GYAH! The heating was on in the room. It was so warm, like my blankets when I wake up on a cold morning, engulfed by the friendly heat trapped within my sheets. So soothing, so comforting. I asked Miss at the start of class if she could leave the door open but she refused. She said it was too . . . cold. This chic was crazy if she thought it was
She's No Angel (But She Tries) It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve and, in her little suburban home, Nicole was alone. Laying down on the overstuffed couch, she eyed the small table at the other end of the living room, all set for a never consumed Christmas dinner with her husband Robert. Looking at the golden band around on her hand she sighed heavily. She loved Robert so much and – she was sure – he loved her at least as much, but being an army wife sometimes meant moments like this. Robert was an Army Ranger and, right now, he was serving in Afghanistan with the rest of his company. They had chatted just a few days ago and he had been sure he would be back to celebrate Christmas, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be. According to what Nicole knew, Robert’s unit had been sent on a long range patrol just two days ago and they didn’t return yet. Trying to clear her head she stood up and started to put plates, silverware and glasses awa
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