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một giây CHAPTER
Paul Dock was bent with the nose that pratically touch the floor. He studying the crime scene, as usual. He isn't convinced that the assassin is Elvira Gorrige. It would be too obvius. He doesn't find nothing intresting on the stage, so he goes behind of that.
-Can i help bạn sir, are bạn sick?- asks a female voice, seeing the detective with the nose on the floor.
-Oh, no thank bạn i'm good, i'm detective Dock, i was looking for something here.- các câu trả lời Dock with a smile on his face
-may i ask bạn some câu hỏi mrs...-
-Samantha White- các câu trả lời the girl -And of course bạn can- she says politely
-Perfect. Are bạn here on holiday too?-
-No, i work here. I was on the stage, i'm an actress-
-Oh sure! now i remeber! you're one of the ten actors that were on the stage tonight! even if it isn't the right moment... congratulations! bạn act good!-
-Thanks- she các câu trả lời shyly.
-Anyway, bạn have an alibi for the murder time, so i can let bạn go. Thanks for the time bạn gave me.-
-you're welcome, sir- and she goes away.
So he starts again his investigations. He finds a lot of dust and some black powder. "Intresting" he thinks. His belly starts grumbeling. It's 11:30 PM and he ate just somethig quickliy. So he decides to go to the bar to eat some delicious canapés. Even if it's a bit late, he finds a lot of people sitting there and he recognize some of the public that was in the theater. A men that was sitting near him during the play, says hello to him, and invites him to sit with he and his two friends. Dock takes 3 goods canapès and a coffee and sits with them. -let me introduce bạn Carl and Jack, and i'm John Plum.-
-It's a pleasure, i'm Paul Dock- smiles the detective.
-Do bạn know what happend there in the theater?-
-No i'm sorry i don't- lies Dock
-anyway it was a good play- says Carl
-Do bạn remember when the actors stopped for a moment just after the "murder"?- says John.
-Yes-
-Well i took a picture with my camera-
-Cool! can i see it?- asks Jack
-Sure, here is it-
the picture shows nine actors on the stage without masks. In those moment, Samantha White passes near them and says hello to the detective.
The four mens talk a bit more. Dock sees some tablets for depression.
-What about having breakfast together tomorrow?
-Good idea- các câu trả lời the detective.
Dock comes back to his room at 1:30. He goes to giường and sleeps 'till 10 o'clock. He wears something quickly an dgoes down to the bữa tối, bữa ăn tối room. He meets Carl and Jack but can't see John. A bit worried he goes with the other two Những người bạn to the John's room and knocks the door. No answer. The "cleaning lady" comes in that moment and asks what was happening.
-Our friend doesn't answer when we knock at the door. Can bạn help us?-
The women opens the door and starts screaming. John mận was on the floor with blood on his head, the gun in the hand and a piece of paper that said: "i can't live with these havyness in the heart. I can't live without my wife."
Dock saw the man's phone on the bàn and takes it in secret. The last phoned was of the last night at 11:00 to Annie Plum.
-How is named his wife?-
-Annie Plum- các câu trả lời Jack
-His camera disappeard!- says Carl
So Dock starts understand.
END OF THE một giây CHAPTER! BYE
một giây CHAPTER
Paul Dock was bent with the nose that pratically touch the floor. He studying the crime scene, as usual. He isn't convinced that the assassin is Elvira Gorrige. It would be too obvius. He doesn't find nothing intresting on the stage, so he goes behind of that.
-Can i help bạn sir, are bạn sick?- asks a female voice, seeing the detective with the nose on the floor.
-Oh, no thank bạn i'm good, i'm detective Dock, i was looking for something here.- các câu trả lời Dock with a smile on his face
-may i ask bạn some câu hỏi mrs...-
-Samantha White- các câu trả lời the girl -And of course bạn can- she says politely
-Perfect. Are bạn here on holiday too?-
-No, i work here. I was on the stage, i'm an actress-
-Oh sure! now i remeber! you're one of the ten actors that were on the stage tonight! even if it isn't the right moment... congratulations! bạn act good!-
-Thanks- she các câu trả lời shyly.
-Anyway, bạn have an alibi for the murder time, so i can let bạn go. Thanks for the time bạn gave me.-
-you're welcome, sir- and she goes away.
So he starts again his investigations. He finds a lot of dust and some black powder. "Intresting" he thinks. His belly starts grumbeling. It's 11:30 PM and he ate just somethig quickliy. So he decides to go to the bar to eat some delicious canapés. Even if it's a bit late, he finds a lot of people sitting there and he recognize some of the public that was in the theater. A men that was sitting near him during the play, says hello to him, and invites him to sit with he and his two friends. Dock takes 3 goods canapès and a coffee and sits with them. -let me introduce bạn Carl and Jack, and i'm John Plum.-
-It's a pleasure, i'm Paul Dock- smiles the detective.
-Do bạn know what happend there in the theater?-
-No i'm sorry i don't- lies Dock
-anyway it was a good play- says Carl
-Do bạn remember when the actors stopped for a moment just after the "murder"?- says John.
-Yes-
-Well i took a picture with my camera-
-Cool! can i see it?- asks Jack
-Sure, here is it-
the picture shows nine actors on the stage without masks. In those moment, Samantha White passes near them and says hello to the detective.
The four mens talk a bit more. Dock sees some tablets for depression.
-What about having breakfast together tomorrow?
-Good idea- các câu trả lời the detective.
Dock comes back to his room at 1:30. He goes to giường and sleeps 'till 10 o'clock. He wears something quickly an dgoes down to the bữa tối, bữa ăn tối room. He meets Carl and Jack but can't see John. A bit worried he goes with the other two Những người bạn to the John's room and knocks the door. No answer. The "cleaning lady" comes in that moment and asks what was happening.
-Our friend doesn't answer when we knock at the door. Can bạn help us?-
The women opens the door and starts screaming. John mận was on the floor with blood on his head, the gun in the hand and a piece of paper that said: "i can't live with these havyness in the heart. I can't live without my wife."
Dock saw the man's phone on the bàn and takes it in secret. The last phoned was of the last night at 11:00 to Annie Plum.
-How is named his wife?-
-Annie Plum- các câu trả lời Jack
-His camera disappeard!- says Carl
So Dock starts understand.
END OF THE một giây CHAPTER! BYE
bạn don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Mất tích fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and bạn don’t care anymore,
but bạn do,
bạn still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the ngày of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing bạn
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
xin chào Mom,
It's been a while
Since bạn sat tiếp theo to me,
Since I saw bạn smile
I miss bạn Mom
I wish bạn were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see bạn Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my tim, trái tim in two
I'll always remember Mom,
bạn taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling bạn Mom
Losing bạn killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what bạn were Mom,
Strong.
In everything bạn said
In everything bạn did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Mất tích a parent.
It's been a while
Since bạn sat tiếp theo to me,
Since I saw bạn smile
I miss bạn Mom
I wish bạn were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see bạn Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my tim, trái tim in two
I'll always remember Mom,
bạn taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling bạn Mom
Losing bạn killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what bạn were Mom,
Strong.
In everything bạn said
In everything bạn did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Mất tích a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the giây of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But bạn should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do bạn do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three thêm seconds, gone, like that,
Did bạn use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these giây in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the giây of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But bạn should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do bạn do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three thêm seconds, gone, like that,
Did bạn use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these giây in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the đồi núi, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the đồi núi, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo chó cái, bitch die, bitchy whore. That last bình luận doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it đã đưa ý kiến hoa hồng are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if bạn want I'll tell them to can it, all because I tình yêu bạn Janet. I don't know who wrote bạn tình yêu poem rhyme thing but I tình yêu bạn too!
Is It True bạn Lie?
Is It True bạn Hate Me?
Is It True bạn Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True bạn Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True bạn Like Me Crying?
Is It True bạn Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True bạn Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True bạn Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True bạn Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True bạn Let Me Call bạn My True Bestfriend When bạn Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True bạn Hate Me?
Is It True bạn Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True bạn Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True bạn Like Me Crying?
Is It True bạn Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True bạn Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True bạn Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True bạn Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True bạn Let Me Call bạn My True Bestfriend When bạn Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
