NO
Veronica
Rude. Stuck up Brat These are a few of the things I've been called. Is it because I mocked and teased? Is it because I shouted and hit? Is it because I made someone bleed? No I did none of those things. Rather it is because I said No. Because I said no to adding you on Facebook. No to letting you be my valentine. No to giving you my number. Does that make me rude. Am I a Brat just because I rather not? Is it true I am stuck up for saying no? Is yes really the only way to go? Even if I say it nicely? Why though? Why can't I reject and still be polite? Why must my anwser always be Alright. Why can't I say no and still be a friend. Why must I say yes when I really want it to end. I mean no harm. I don't mean to hurt. Yet the moment your mouth opens. The minute the question is asked. The only acceptable anwser. The only one you will accept. Is Yes.
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Прошу не уходи , Ты луч ,что красит день всех Как тяжело так просто отпустить , Твой свет от шоколад творений Ты весела всегда ,поддержишь если грустно Всем здесь стала важна И в тоже время согреешь теплотою гнусно На аве так няшна с котейками мимишна , С улыбкою ясна й не будет так прывична ! Мне грустно без тебя , хорошая зайчуга !! Я ж буду так скучать за твоими стишками , Что даришь всем сполна С любовью й ораматом тепловой ласки :) Оть доброты твоей Сб стал радостью излучен :) Ведь многим принесла Частичку доброты с улыбочкой уюта лучик 🌹 (( 🍫✨🌹💕)) P.s: Посвященно Дозе с любовью от Морки 💕🍫))) ( Одна и единственная на Сб Шоко-котейка ,что поднимает настроение другим своим позитивным настроением 🍫💕)) https://www.surgebook.com/alievaelmira/blog/ejk3a46
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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