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like n_n Arta am many things, hypocritical people, lies, that I keep trying as stupid.
I know that at first glance, definene me as someone cool, as if things happen to me over and nothing will affect me. Paresce a stone wall to the emotions of those situations where it would be sad ....
But even not notice, things when I arrive, if affect me if I hurt myself and most intimate feelings.
I'm not stone, but I would love to be ...

"all persons who have criticized without knowing the truth,
For those who do not realize the truth of a fact or just make malicious comments with the to try to destroy what we built as

....." Why highlight this?.
Because I called attention to the hypocrisy of people.
I'm not dumb enough to come and try me that way, but in some ways, I understand that "friends" to take advantage of my state and treat me with sympathy when they just want to stake me in the back. I also understand how others are "inspired" with my pain ... I fully understand that . But one thing is to understand all that and the other is that it hurts me.
So. .. if they think I'm stupid, ok sometimes I am. If you think I'm easy to fool, I often think perfect story. But come with me "are the most important me "or" not want to lose "because actions speak otherwise.
And for you, guy who needs to talk. There is nothing to say, I said everything and said nothing. And in spite of having spent five years together, not yet I can understand you. For if you believed that by saying "finish" I podnría to mourn and implore you not, you're wrong. Pq had the problem as you, not me ... I was super well with the relationship, you who wanted to take other routes.
And if you wanted to hurt me ... I congratulate you, you did it in spades. But pq going with another girl, if not believe that, with false concerns, I would not give me realize something that everyone knew and nobody was layers me.
So goodbye ... I hope that someday things will be fixed, but for now, not knowing more about you. I'm tired of you ...

See ya '
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the other hand, after this shock I needed. I have written two little stories, I intend to show.
Gomen if I copy the format of writters Canvas, but it suits me pretty up my writing in this way.

Enjoy!

Title: Summer
Format: Short Story
Words:
500 words Warnings: No special
Author's Notes: little story made for the challenge writers_canvas


"Remember when my dad nearly drowned this summer?" Andrew was looking for an answer, smiling as he had done many times. She said nothing.

"It was fun to try out the water, swim so that you knew then," chuckled in his back made him turn curious, smiling back to the girl looked at him tenderly.

"Claudia also sends you greetings, always remember you." Gently moved her hair brown, clearing the white face of his companion, who smiled framing quiet those rosy cheeks, still warm to the touch of his hand.

"We miss you this summer, the lake was not the same without you ...." The voice is interspersed with the last words. Been so difficult to declare that summer, his heart beating a mile when she steeled herself and took her hand in his own, praying that she did not say anything wrong. He could still remember how she looked surprised and blushes among children, had squeezed his hand hard just to sit closer, resting her head on the male shoulder. Andrew

still felt his pulse increased when reminded that, he had been the happiest guy on the planet, the more fortunate of the universe. The girl who wanted her and nothing would correspond to separate or fall rains a close, or the quirks of his mother against a girlfriend so young, even if the same lake in which were lying around the area flooded he was standing.



But now ... He sighed, letting out the air with some sadness. His girlfriend, the love of his life, childhood friend, followed him without saying a word, as if silence were a penalty for their cowardly acts. "If only ..." he thought, "if only I had been by your side, perhaps it would be different. " Closing his eyes

approached her. It was amazing how your skin still smelled of those green leaves of the lake and his hair as fresh as the water that seeped through his fingers, each summer with her.

"If only ...", carefully approached her delicate face and kissed the cheeks. She was as quiet as before, nothing seemed to make her forget that which afflicted his heart. In between

hesitation, Andrew pulled out a photograph of his jacket pocket. Was worn, a little broken but still intact main image reflecting as is the memory of a young child in the summer.

"I brought a gift," he said, "I know not much, but I hope to serve you on your journey ... at least make you some company." Carefully put the piece of paper in the hands of the girl, making her hold with some firmness. Then he kissed her forehead, rubbed his nose with his own and walked away, leaving her lying in the middle white candles and a memorial service he undertook his girl heading to other worlds.




Title: A Night
Format: Short Story
Words: 454 words
Warning: Content is R, but no words or descriptions that are little rise in tone. It is generally well
PG-13 Author's Notes: This little story left me last night. Short, but the idea was going around for a while. Mania dreamer inspired by Roger Federer, but is adaptable to any hobby of those who read it n_n


Incredible as before waking up, everything seems mixed, and the reality not a dream which would not leave. And is that the shadows of an empty room, a soft silhouette slips into the folds of my bed, rehearsing a play passionate caresses.

Your brown eyes seem to shine amid self-imposed darkness, highlighting your hair disheveled that sea fresh and relaxing. But I still do not understand you, without understanding the fantasy that seems to come alive and is delivered to the perfect touch who delves into my being.

Again the trails of my skin, kissing lips, tired, ready to receive you, waiting for more intimate feel your breath.

And you get tired and breathe, and you lose track of time between warm sand that define your figure.

and leads you sign for my soul, catching with your hands, wet passages of a furtive walk, tours of beings themselves on the edge of the night itself.

Smooth and complex, extinctions reason and blame. You're a vineyard vines lost, hidden by weeds field of absolute logic.

You let yourself breathe, to breathe the fresh morning smell that haunts my lonely soul. Let try honey in your mouth and you fill the sweetness of the mine, extracting its purest elixir, one that has been in your search. Walker

unfinished dreams I can still get lost in your expert hands, including those as tours will walk in his sleep. I am still melt at the touch of your skin against mine, your body entwined with mine, releasing little awareness that remains, intimidating to the madness that threatens to come.

guilty pleasure is your shy smile and eyes to look deep mine, concerns a child to see you play with my life. Salt-cured arms Oh I give this illusion nocturnal want to miss, get carried away with your words in his ear that burn under your tongue. I feel you near when you reach the end of my search, so you by my side when you fall through burning rendered in groans.

But the night slides into the lights of a dawn misleading, pompous among the crimson of his coming. And you stand still while I open my eyes when I check my side alone.
And I've gone back to the moon and the stars with me tonight capricious fool with delusions of those who never has been by my side. From one who walks in the morning, when my dream is my reality as sane seems crazy, a useless reason dementia who live at night in waiting for your arrival ...

End -

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As my Roger Federer child won the U.S. Open yesterday (in a match that could see TT.TT nu: I cry:) I decided to celebrate his victory with five icons. Ojala
like and, you know, if they take a place a credit n_n







pd: all the "We're just friends" I do not buy it anymore ...
pd2: I still bruising of Quidditch lelen TT.TT
PD3: I registered on the official website of my beloved R. Federer! n_n
PD4: Meme! removed from the journal of briec

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