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Ilumination
Fire that warms the inner soul,
Yet leaves scars.
Fire that dances and explodes in happiness,
That overcomes common sense.
Fire that comes from one place:
The heart.
There can be passion without love
But only the combination of love leads to—
The fire that cannot be extinguished
Except by water and wind.
Fire which can overcome differences,
That can join two to form one.
—the one love that lasts in its purest state
The water are my tears,
The wind are our quarrels,
And the fire is extinguishing.
Fire that warms the inner soul,
Yet leaves scars.
Fire that dances and explodes in happiness,
That overcomes common sense.
Fire that comes from one place:
The heart.
There can be passion without love
But only the combination of love leads to—
The fire that cannot be extinguished
Except by water and wind.
Fire which can overcome differences,
That can join two to form one.
—the one love that lasts in its purest state
The water are my tears,
The wind are our quarrels,
And the fire is extinguishing.
Literature
alone
I'm pretending to be what I used to be.
I'm falling into loneliness , darkness and despair .
I hoped to repair or to be prepared ,
But I wasn't , and now I'm here
Standing in the night ,
facing the cruel reality :
"The only thing I can be is lonely"
Literature
The Past
A howl pierced the night.
The heart-breakingly lonely sound echoing through the burned trees. Ash had risen to cover her like bits of dead snow, mottling her living coat with the dead and gone. Past memories floated here, nightmares and half made dreams littering the ground. The smell of broken promises and ancient love wafted through the air, mystifying and cold. The barren gray trees stand like silent guardians to lock up the emotions that are left here as offerings. All the banished faces, all the buried emotions, pieces of lives pushed here and tucked away till she's ready to face them.
Literature
...
My dad wont let me in my home...
is this a dream....?
Is it a begin of a nightmare
when im....18 years old...
I dont know....
I feel the cold
The wind freeze me
Wont Freeze the time, days everything
Without any shine of a bling
Im starving didnt eat something
But for a few days....i wouldnt be exist
i know...its sad....
but i have to be strong...for now...
give me some luck...if there is a luck for me....
maybe under a tree
bye
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This is very good, I like it