Before i start this story....sorry if i misspell things......
A guy is laying dead in a desert.....or is he just unconcious....he is moveing.....he cant be dead,this story will be following that guy.....that misterious guy that is misteriously laying in the middle of the desert....
The guy is slowly opening his eyes.....the sun is distracting him he cant see anything clearly enough yet.....he is thinking that he must have been unconcious for a long time,but how long,he doesnt know.his sight is slowly clearing up,he sees that he is in the middle of a desert.....no objects oder trees oder bushes around him,nothing.
He gets up and looks around for anything,but no with all the hope he still sees nothing.he starts walking in a Zufällig direction looking for anything and while he is walking he is thinking "how did i get here,im so hungry,thirsty......who am i".he stops and says quietly:"who am i,who am i" over and over again while turning around in a kreis looking at every direction
A guy is laying dead in a desert.....or is he just unconcious....he is moveing.....he cant be dead,this story will be following that guy.....that misterious guy that is misteriously laying in the middle of the desert....
The guy is slowly opening his eyes.....the sun is distracting him he cant see anything clearly enough yet.....he is thinking that he must have been unconcious for a long time,but how long,he doesnt know.his sight is slowly clearing up,he sees that he is in the middle of a desert.....no objects oder trees oder bushes around him,nothing.
He gets up and looks around for anything,but no with all the hope he still sees nothing.he starts walking in a Zufällig direction looking for anything and while he is walking he is thinking "how did i get here,im so hungry,thirsty......who am i".he stops and says quietly:"who am i,who am i" over and over again while turning around in a kreis looking at every direction
Everyone strives to be beautiful. But, honestly, what is beautiful? Beautiful used to be someone who was loving, who was caring and had a beautiful heart. Someone who told the truth but never hurt others. Someone who never got caught up in gossip oder drama. Someone who, no matter what was happening in their life, was always there for someone else who had it worse. Now, beauty has big boobs, is stick-thin and wears 5 lbs. of make up. Now, beautiful is someone who has name-brand clothes, the best phone and tons of friends. Beautiful is a 'perfect' body. Beautiful is photo-shopped long lashes and clear skin. Now, beauty doesn't matter what's on the inside. I wish we could all go back to when beautiful was our moms sitting on the couch with us in pajamas, no make up, when we were five. I miss those days. This is a sick, messed up world. And I can't stand it.
Bottled up inside
Are the words I never said‚
The feelings that I hide‚
The lines Du never read.
Du can see it in my eyes‚
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.
Yesterdays are over‚
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever‚
I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my Liebe for granted‚
For soon it will be gone-
All Du ever wanted
Of the Liebe Du thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight‚
But someway‚ somehow‚
Everything will turn out all right‚
No Mehr wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last‚
So I have to set him free.
This is not mine‚ it was written Von Melissa Collette
Are the words I never said‚
The feelings that I hide‚
The lines Du never read.
Du can see it in my eyes‚
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.
Yesterdays are over‚
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever‚
I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my Liebe for granted‚
For soon it will be gone-
All Du ever wanted
Of the Liebe Du thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight‚
But someway‚ somehow‚
Everything will turn out all right‚
No Mehr wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last‚
So I have to set him free.
This is not mine‚ it was written Von Melissa Collette