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PEUPDM_Ch.4POUR ÊTRE UNE PARTIE DE MOI
Ch.4_Soco Amaretto Lime_
**Im going to stay 18 forever
so we can stay like this forever
and we'll never miss a party
cause we keep them going constantly.**
Rushing isnt living, but this certainly is a rush. The rush to save a life, preferably mine, so I can get back to my girl and maybe make something out of us. Ive been willing to fight for myself and her, but everything keeps getting in our way.
Ive read books, Ive written music, anything to keep my mind off the fact that Im miserably failing at everything that I do. Caring is what I do best, though, I care about her, and us. If it takes everything in the world to get her back with me, then, well, Ill do it. Even if it means dying.
Ive thrown pebbles in wells, Ive picked up pennies, Ive found four leaved clovers. Its as if all those things never were true to me, and Im just false and unlucky. Ive looked
PEUPDM_Ch.3POUR ÊTRE UNE PARTIE DE MOI
Ch.3_Seventy Times Seven_
**Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know
Like how to deal with despair
or someone breakin your heart
For twelve years I've held it all together
but a night like this is beggin to pull me apart.**
When you race by everything youve been looking for and you feel like you have to turn around, its the worst feeling. Most of the time, if it happens to me, I just scratch that off my to-do list and go on with what I was going to do next if its coming my way. Think of it as a scene from a movie; you could be over-dramatic and handle your problems the completely wrong way, or you can just go with it and be proud about it.
At one point, you learn about things youve never heard of before; like how hard it is to stop loving someone and love someone else. The truth is, you will always love the first person more than the new person, its
PEUPDM_Ch.2 POUR ÊTRE UNE PARTIE DE MOI
Ch.2_Not the Sun_
**Please make the technology
So I can turn up your love like some cold machine
Don't feed me scraps from your bed
I won't be the stray coming back just to be fed.**
Sometimes if you have nothing new to make something out of, you have to use the scraps. That way youre not wasting anything and youre creating something one hundred percent unique. Most importantly, be yourself while creating that one thing.
Your own heart was made for you, not someone else. No one can completely understand you no matter how much you open up to them. Some things always resist to reveal themselves, and thats the hard part. The main thing we focus on is, go to the person you can trust the most, when you need it the most. What if that person is gone?
The most you can do is press the restart button. Bring everything back to life and forget blaming yourself for everything. If you think what you do is killin
FrewllKSwAbirdbytheseaNo, the one small word would mean nothing to a stranger, but to meit meant my whole heart. Even worse, the small but meaningful word came from his mouthyes his. My one person I trusted with my soul and my mind had left me with the small powerful word that would separate us; forever and always.
One Week Earlier
This is great, Greg! we sat on the rooftop of his house and watched the birds get lost in the clouds.
Im glad you like it, he smiled, I always thought sand was better when it was seen and not stuck all over you.
Thats true. I wasnt so sure if something had been bothering him; he was particularly more generous today than any other day. Somethings wrong
Im not sure if its wrong because I dont know what your reaction will be
Whatever it is I can handle it, you know that.
He looked at me, his big green eyes
Sincerely, RenaWe all sat in the lecture hall silently in our seats and pretended to show our visitor that we were somehow interested. Wed all heard the same ghost stories over and over; we heard what ghosts are, why theyre here if they even really are, and how to find them. I, for one, didnt have the slightest belief in some kind of paranormal activities. That was either because people who believe in ghosts have a sense of paranoia, or I was just insane and drifting off into my own little cloud of stupidity.
Of course I chose the class, so I had to listen to the same man mumble on and on about the same things over again. Hands raised. Questions answered; the same questions over and over again. My eyes drifted from one old wooden seat to another, never meeting the eyes of a separate student. One was biting her pencil. She scratched her head and frantically flipped through her notes as if she forgot something and just now had remembered. Another, well I wouldnt say other,
BarefootInTheMiddleOfWinter Barefoot, In the Middle of Winter
Walking down a cobblestone road, barefoot, in the middle of winter isn't as easy as you think it is. I thought I packed enough food to survive me long enough without two parents to guide me. I guess not, Ive been living off a loaf of bread for the past two days, and drinking whatever I could get out of the snow that was on the ground. All I had to entertain myself was a novel by Charles Dickens, and I only had 3 chapters left. Then I unconfidently asked myself why I had runaway in the first place. It was pathetic, I was pondering myself with the same question for the past two days now. My backpack was getting heavy and i decided it was time for a little rest. Devon you're one smart kid you know that?, I said that to myself every waking minute I had to think about what
PEUPDM_Ch.1 POUR ÊTRE UNE PARTIE DE MOI
Ch.1_ I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light_
**Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die
and die alone.**
Instead of beyond belief, its beyond life, its beyond reaching the ultimate goal. Those who dont motivate, or succeed, those who dont try to be the best at all; for them theres always a way thats not larger than life. I believe, that in the end of the best of things, it never turns out better than it may seem. You go, and you do what you do, but you dont listen to anything anyone has to say; thats when someone rights your wrongs.
The dream I dream, is beyond life. My dream is the days between Summer and Winter, the days where everything is still, quiet, it seems like time does not move. Nothing is making sound, except for you, your voice, your piano, and your pen and paper. Nothing is moving except your lip
Jeffrey the Musical ChairJEFFREY THE MUSICAL CHAIR
One day at Hey! Im a Chair! Academy, some chairs gathered around on the playground for some musical chair fun time.
Jeffrey was one of the many chairs that attended Hey! Im a Chair! Academy, and he absolutely loved musical chairs. He was also the all time champ of the playground. Jeffrey was shy, and he had very bad eye sight.
Musical chairs was starting, and many of the chairs were already out. Jeffrey and two other chairs were left. The crowd around the circle started chanting Go, Jeffrey! Go, Jeffrey! and Jeffrey was fully motivated.
The music started playing really fast, and Jeffrey was kicked out of the circle. He was ashamed of himself! He ran all the way to the trampoline across the playground. He started jumping and his friend Leroy fell on the ground; Jeffrey had to run to the nurse to get his friends inhaler. Then, he went back to jumping.
Jeffrey jumped and jumped. He then shot himself in the air and did a triple-milli-
(It is day break in a dimly lit apartment. The apartment is simply furnished, almost empty, and very clean.)
(A teenage girl arrives in the apartment from stage right with a flashlight in her hand and walks across the room to a white mattress on a frame. She crouches down with the flashlight and takes a box with the words fragile printed across the side. She starts taking the objects out one at a time and going over them with her fingertips.)
(She takes a medium sized book from the box and traces her fingers over the cover, she then sets the book down on a blue rocking chair to the side of the bed.)
(She then puts her hand back into the box and takes out many pictures, putting them on the chair as she looks at them. She then starts sobbing at the sight of the pictures.)
(She then keeps her hand at the bottom of the box for some time, moving it around. She then takes out a long chain with metal dangling at the end.)
LILLIAN: (Moving the dog tags around in h
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