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Like I said, it was a dark and foggy night. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I think I saw a Jew. This time around, there are practically no Jews. They are either in concentration camps- awaiting their death, oder dead already. The Nazis are not being easy with the Jews. This Jew was covered with a black cloth, and he appeared to be standing over a cowering boy, twelve years old of age at least. I moved in closer, cautiously, with my Saumensch, and we were both suspicious. The Saumensch's eyes met mine. "Is that...a murder, Carls?" Matna, the Saumensch, was definitely suspicious. She never...
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posted by AlOoOosh
In that long way..
There’s only one star, sterne lights for us
It’s you..
No place for the moon
When we are together…
In my dark dreams
There’s only one candle
It’s you
When I smile
There’s only one reason inside of my heart
It’s you
When I fight the whole world
There’s only one force behind me
It’s you
Wherever I go…whatever I think about
There’s only one purpose..
You are the one who I’m living for
Forever I’m there for you
I promise I won’t try to forget
I promise I won’t run away…
A billion people around me
But without Du I am lonely
Without your words …I am lost
Very close to...
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posted by IlovePatch97
hey, so its been a really long time since I've gepostet anything on here so i needed something to get me started again. I've been Lesen Pourquoi tales, so stories explaining how something came to be. I wanted to write my own so mines about the Rose. I hope Du like it. If Du do please Kommentar :)
"Arissa why do Du look sad? Are Du displeased with our new now?" Asked Christophe as he watched his wife approach there blume garden.
"Our Home is lovely, there is so much Weltraum to roam and the garden is beautiful" she replied.
"Then why so sad?" Christophe asked...
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posted by amoremusic
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Du want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
Du act like Du don't really
care where my herz truly is.

Let me tell Du where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my herz
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Poesie
that i write, i see Du looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

Du look at me and Du
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Du the emotions that
comes from within my

as i hold the key to this
honest Poesie that i compose
Du seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
Sittin here remicsin about all the good times we had watever happened between us we were like sisters we had each others back Du were there for me and i was there for Du i miss all the good times we had can we go back to that now

dont Du remember all those timez all those things we did together i miss those times so bad watever happened can Du tell me yeah so i can fix it and get rid of these weights on my shoulders yeah i miss Du i miss talking to Du i miss hanging with Du can we ever go back ot those times

i have to thank Du for so many things for everything Du did for me yeah...
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posted by Insight357
    “Kayden!” Sebastian-my band’s manager-had a look of dismay on his simple features. I couldn’t hear him, but I could read his lips. Anyone who knew me knew to get my attention before they spoke.
    “What?” I asked. Though I’d been deaf since I was five I knew how to speak as well as anyone with full hearing.    
    “You still haven’t made your set list,” he stated, his face screwed up into a frown. “The first performance is tomorrow night.”
    “I’ll have it finished...
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posted by LorMel
My name is smaragd Dawn. I'm a 14 Jahr old pre-teen case Du couldn't tell Von my name. I'm going to tell Du a true story. The story on how I was the lone serviver in the attack of The Slender Man.
Everything I'm about to tell you, is warned...

It was a cool evening in December, so cool that it was snowing.
I had my two best Friends with me, a 12 Jahr old named Anna, about to be 13 in a week, and her sister, Melody, turning 10 in 2 months.
Anna & Melody were playing tag in the backyard, I was making snow angles, when Anna got the idea to play hide-and-seek untill the...
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