Beggar and a BoyIcy wind swirled around the boy, now almost a man. He stood alone on the platform. His uniform proved no defense against the cold. His teeth chattered and each time he exhaled, his breath showed up a misty white in the air. All that passed through his frozen mind was that there were only three minutes to wait. In no time, the familiar old train would huff and puff its way to the station and open its welcoming doors to shield him from the weather. “Donation for the poor, young master?” an old man limped up to him, holding out a tattered hat. His jacket was worn from years of sleeping on the station’s rough ground, his frozen fingers protBeggar and a Boy
Irony of LoveThere’s coldness inside I can’t seem to shake I’m living a nightmare From which I can’t wakeIrony of Love
I don’t want to die But I’ve no yearn to live Life just keeps taking Till I’ve nothing to give
Love is so kind When all stays the same But when you get hurt It lights a scalding flame
You’re angry with everyone And you’re just so sad You’ve been so badly crushed And it makes you so mad
Love makes you safe Love keeps you warm But it can turn on you In hate’s truest form
But still we risk it Sti
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...meow
Michalea spoke to me!
STICK THAT IN YOUR POPE AND SMIKE IT!
MICKEY!!
Laura's Stupid!
YAY
- Tai
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Nya?
PARTY!
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If you reach for the stars and fall at least you hit the moon.
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