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Meet Blue Lazulai

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Feelin bored💫

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Our days

Our days are over, over the hills they went.

Nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen.

But I still have hope, that one day well recover the lost moments.

That we'll one day be together again.

But I know that you already gave up on us.

So why shouldn't I....well my heart still aches after them.

It still hurts after all this time, it really hurts

But the only thing keeping me going is the memories of you...

So please can you at least hold on a little?

Because.... I don't want to fall again...

-S.B

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Her name was Coraline Jennings a girl from a noble family born in the early 18's. With a heart of gold and angelic smile she caught the eyes of many, and many of them being noble men. But Coraline had her eyes on only one person and that person was the servend boy in the kitchen. Who would often bring her meals when her step mother would give her no meal. She fell im love with him and was wanting to marry him, but her evil stepmother wed her off to a wealthy old man. Coraline was able to edcape the night off the wedding in a her wedding dress and some gold coins. She runs into the dark forest riping her dress and leaving blood from the sharp brances that cut her. With a determination to live a happy life, Coraline seets off to a new life. What will she encounter, bandits, killers even flesh eating monsters!

Hello! this is just a sinopsis of the little book I wrote for myself. Hope u like it, its called "The story Coraline".♡

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The best way to kill a king is to take his queen

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Pretty girl

She’s the pretty girl of the class, of the school, of the town.                                 

Every guy likes her, every girl wants to be her.                                                     

But they don’t know what’s behind her bright smile.                                             

The tears she holds in every day, the cuts she hides from everyone.                   

So pretty girl tell me..                                                                                         

Does it hurt when they hit you,                                                                           

Are there scars from cuts on your wrist,                                                                 

Do you cry all alone,                                                                                           

Have you ever taught about ending it all...                                                             

Well I did... so here I am asking you this, because I don’t want you to end like me.                                                                                                                       

All alone...with nobody to help...no place to call home.                                         

So please......pretty girl don’t be sad, don’t cry all alone.                                   

Don’t end like me..... 

-S.B