She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but led him to his misery, that he no longer cares about living in a small, dirty flat, nor about his study hoặc his even... his life!
What has happened to him? People wondered, but no one will ever know but her… his killer!
Sympathetically she dealt with news of his disappearance without having the slightest feeling of guilt, but when she got into the flat, she felt like the breath has been taken away from her, that she couldn’t help it but threw herself on the wooden chair of his desk. He usually sat in the desk, đọc something hoặc nghề viết văn with that mysterious notebook. She asked him about it thêm than once but he has always refused to tell her what it is. The thought came through her mind suddenly; it was the only way to know why he left, bởi đọc it, it must be his diaries hoặc he wouldn’t refuse to talk about it. Nervously she started to look for it between his sách and novels, until she found it, His diaries. She opened her mouth with amusement, when she noticed that he’s written it like a letter pointed to her. He wrote with the blood of his deep wounds, he wrote with the tears of his eyes in those nights when he could do nothing … but cry.
You’ve never realized how much I loved you, he wrote. You’ve never realizes what misery bạn gave me. bạn never felt as guilty as bạn should be. bạn didn’t think of me as a living human being. I was nothing to bạn but a tool, to drive him crazy, to make the blood rush to his cheeks caused bởi anger. bạn started to play with me, make me di chuyển the way bạn want me to, act the way bạn want me to act, bạn made a fool of me. bạn were driven bởi jealousy that blinded you. bạn couldn’t see my wounds, nor notice my pain. I wish that bạn would say “I tình yêu you” and bạn truly mean it. I wish that you’d look at me the way bạn look at him.
Nobody knows the truth. They think I’m the other guy standing in your way, while was the victim of what happened. I was standing between bạn and him in the battle of yours, representing a protective tường to you, which stopped his swords, while bạn stamp me in my back whenever bạn get furious. I got out of the battle field, completely damaged, totally wounded.
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She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but led him to his misery, that he no longer cares about living in a small, dirty flat, nor about his study hoặc his even... his life!
What has happened to him? People wondered, but no one will ever know but her… his killer!
Sympathetically she dealt with news of his disappearance without having the slightest feeling of guilt, but when she got into the flat, she felt like the breath has been taken away from her, that she couldn’t help it but threw herself on the wooden chair of his desk. He usually sat in the desk, đọc something hoặc nghề viết văn with that mysterious notebook. She asked him about it thêm than once but he has always refused to tell her what it is. The thought came through her mind suddenly; it was the only way to know why he left, bởi đọc it, it must be his diaries hoặc he wouldn’t refuse to talk about it. Nervously she started to look for it between his sách and novels, until she found it, His diaries. She opened her mouth with amusement, when she noticed that he’s written it like a letter pointed to her. He wrote with the blood of his deep wounds, he wrote with the tears of his eyes in those nights when he could do nothing … but cry.
You’ve never realized how much I loved you, he wrote. You’ve never realizes what misery bạn gave me. bạn never felt as guilty as bạn should be. bạn didn’t think of me as a living human being. I was nothing to bạn but a tool, to drive him crazy, to make the blood rush to his cheeks caused bởi anger. bạn started to play with me, make me di chuyển the way bạn want me to, act the way bạn want me to act, bạn made a fool of me. bạn were driven bởi jealousy that blinded you. bạn couldn’t see my wounds, nor notice my pain. I wish that bạn would say “I tình yêu you” and bạn truly mean it. I wish that you’d look at me the way bạn look at him.
Nobody knows the truth. They think I’m the other guy standing in your way, while was the victim of what happened. I was standing between bạn and him in the battle of yours, representing a protective tường to you, which stopped his swords, while bạn stamp me in my back whenever bạn get furious. I got out of the battle field, completely damaged, totally wounded.
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I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded bởi my thoughts, but no people. bởi my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat bởi me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded bởi my thoughts, but no people. bởi my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat bởi me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy ngày ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven bởi two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted bởi Người sói ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Mất tích and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
hoặc have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person nghề viết văn is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). bạn use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to bạn themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to một giây person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person sách often have the most detail.
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