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Reste comme tu es! Tu est ma petite .

For love that you want to burn down. Crimson Reds And Pitch Blacks. In your eyes will rage a thousand fires,. You have loved and will love a lot more,. But these fires can burn down every little thing you worked for. I know you feel so helpless that raging tides of tears well up. You contain oceans within that tiny body of yours. A leaf under frozen waters.

Rantings of a Half Orphaned Kid. Never have I written a blog, these are just rantings. What you are about to read below are the viewpoint of the life of a half orphaned kid, who used to be fun, social with people, but then some people happened, trust issues came up, he could not trust anybody with his thoughts and feelings, knowing that people would judge them, but then he grew away from the fear of people judging him, and then he started this blog.

People come and tell me that oh babe any teenager can write such poems and stories and I always reply in silence. I want to tell them no I want to shout that what Writing means to me. it is not a hobby. This is what I live for. Pouring out my feelings on paper is my remedy. I write about that blind girl who wants to study but she cannot. But again as they say.