Countdown before Christmas.
CheerfulCOUNTDOWN BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
DAYS LEFT: 19 MORE DAYS.
I'm readying my Christmas List..! Call me what you want for Christmas.
-Irony--Can you not feel the joy?--Irony-
I'd rather jump off the window Just to escape from a helpless widow. As I say farewell, remember me always `Coz you know I'll be gone for more than days.
I'd rather see the old man beg Than to see the rich man steal that rotten nutmeg. I'd rather live in poverty, Than to see myself sell my own property.
Disgust to the ears, disgrace to the soul. For one to claim as the devil's own. Roll your eyes and leave the egoist alone After all you have me to talk to over the phone.
Why won't you laugh with me for once in
-Tea Party--Tea Party--Tea Party-
In the garden not so far away from the cemetery lies a young girl of age thirteen. In the middle of the garden was a table, and surrounding the table were four chairs, with her occupying one of them. On each chair was a table napkin and on the table had a tea cup and small saucer, with small spoons. At the center of the table, was a teapot with two teapot-like porcelain materials that holds crème and sugar cubes. A small vase with a white rose was placed to make it look more decent and 'fancy'.
She smiled at the table with her sweet, innocent face. Rose petals were all over the grass as she skipped m
-Halloween On Christmas Day--Halloween on Christmas Day--Halloween On Christmas Day-
The candle lights brightened the dim room as she put the bouquet of roses on the table. She smiled darkly with her black-painted lips and put on her hat. She took a moment to look at the old family portrait that let her remember the assassinated loved ones. She giggled hysterically…
A group of kids knocked on her cozy wooden door and started singing. Her hysterical giggle was put to a halt hearing the voices of the innocent children. She opened the door and revealed her lovely dark face to the children and frightened them. The children ran away as she laughed insanely, closing
-Unknown--Unknown--Unknown-
Why do I write? Why do I seek for answers? Why do I cry?
But my real question is unknown... My real ambition, lost.. What is an ambition? What is a dream? What is insufficient to make something well-known?
Why do I sing? Why do I draw? Why do i smile? What are these things, anyway? What are the things needed to be even noticed?
Is it not unfair to be unknown? Is it not injustice to seek for the truth and not the wrongs? Is it not justice to seek for the wrongs?
And why do I laugh when I know not the necessity to laugh? And why do I smile when I know not to, anywa
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You are round about the same age as me and a great artist like me!!!
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I'm fine, thank you. heehee~! xD Killer Social Studieeesss! XD
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