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i speak french and english. dont try to change my mind, i hate when someone say to me how i should think. if you are to critique me dont leave me a message or invite me in a chat,also if you are close minded dont even bother to talk to me.. if you just want to talk then i will be happy to talk with you, have a good day.
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he loved dead and is dark promise.
unsure future of a despair boy.
he wanted to die, let is pain go away.
forget all is day whos always the same
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she loved life, happy to be here.
wanted to help other and grow old in peace.
she was a gift from the sky, always with a smile.
flowers and nature, in the wind or the rain
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but one day the fall starded.
they fell in love, wrong choise.
she loved life, he loved dead.
which will be stronger?
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so diffrent yet more close that anything.
they understand echother to protecter ther strong love.
one dream of diying and to fly aways.
the other of a life with him aways from all dispair
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end of the story forced to tear apart.
they promise echother eternal loyalty.
today the boy tortured, live for her.
since the girl for him have give aways her wing
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she loved life, he loved dead.
he live for her, she die for him.
------------a french poetry that i fell in love with, i have translet it the best that i could----------
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted.
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
------sonnet 20------shakespeare