"argggg!" Lawrence shouted, as he died, everyone was near him, James, a 12 year-old boy, was right beside him, and Philip, his 15 year-old brother, too.
Lawrence had many adventures when child, he went to almost every country, he tried everything, it was no surprise the old man died 3 days before his 102 birthday.
Eventualy, after many coughing, Lawrence closed his eyes, James started crying, and his brother hugged gim, it's hard when te lose a familiar, but when they where going to leave, James, who was holding still Lawrence's hand, felt a hard grip.
"James?" Philip saw he didn't go, so he stayed. Everyone was leaving, except them.
"he's still alive!" he detto enthusiastic.
"he died, come on" but right after the last person before them left, Lawrence opened his eyes and turned towards them, he got of the bed, Philip and James couldn't believe their eyes.
Their grandfather just lifted of his death, he moved towards a closet door, he opened it, and putted his finger in a crack, incredibly, after some seconds, the clothes disapeared and a blue container appeared, Lawrence got it out, and closed the closet, he sat at his bed, as he opened it, James couldn't stop jumping of hapiness, his grandfather was alive!
But Philip wasn't sure, it was too freaking sary to ask how did he knew that? how did he stay alive? why they stayed? His garndfather opened the container, as it showed a small box, it was about 8 inches long and 3 and a half tall. it was equal in its sides, it was antique, it had dust and it seemed verry old.
"this is really precious" Lawrence detto "my last will is that te must guard this box like if it was your life" Lawrence handed the box, which was surprisingly light, James was about to open it, when Lawrence shouted "DO NOT OPEN IT!" he closed it as he looked seriously at James "you dont know what it has in" he layed in his bed, and his lasts words were simple, but hard to understand the meaning "at the end, I had the same problem" he then closed his eyes, to never open them again.
The two brothers looked at each other, they looked confused, James took word as he left the room: "I will guard it, I dont know you"
He left Philip, who ran towards him, he was really confused, but if that was the last will of his garndfather, he will acomplish it wthout blabing.
Lawrence had many adventures when child, he went to almost every country, he tried everything, it was no surprise the old man died 3 days before his 102 birthday.
Eventualy, after many coughing, Lawrence closed his eyes, James started crying, and his brother hugged gim, it's hard when te lose a familiar, but when they where going to leave, James, who was holding still Lawrence's hand, felt a hard grip.
"James?" Philip saw he didn't go, so he stayed. Everyone was leaving, except them.
"he's still alive!" he detto enthusiastic.
"he died, come on" but right after the last person before them left, Lawrence opened his eyes and turned towards them, he got of the bed, Philip and James couldn't believe their eyes.
Their grandfather just lifted of his death, he moved towards a closet door, he opened it, and putted his finger in a crack, incredibly, after some seconds, the clothes disapeared and a blue container appeared, Lawrence got it out, and closed the closet, he sat at his bed, as he opened it, James couldn't stop jumping of hapiness, his grandfather was alive!
But Philip wasn't sure, it was too freaking sary to ask how did he knew that? how did he stay alive? why they stayed? His garndfather opened the container, as it showed a small box, it was about 8 inches long and 3 and a half tall. it was equal in its sides, it was antique, it had dust and it seemed verry old.
"this is really precious" Lawrence detto "my last will is that te must guard this box like if it was your life" Lawrence handed the box, which was surprisingly light, James was about to open it, when Lawrence shouted "DO NOT OPEN IT!" he closed it as he looked seriously at James "you dont know what it has in" he layed in his bed, and his lasts words were simple, but hard to understand the meaning "at the end, I had the same problem" he then closed his eyes, to never open them again.
The two brothers looked at each other, they looked confused, James took word as he left the room: "I will guard it, I dont know you"
He left Philip, who ran towards him, he was really confused, but if that was the last will of his garndfather, he will acomplish it wthout blabing.
My cuore is cold
bitter
and sad
My cuore is angry
raged
and nothing more
My cuore is crying
crying
and lonely
but my cuore can be warm
soft
and happy
My cuore can be happy
joyful
and everything else
My cuore can be smiling
smiling
and with Friends
but people hate me
so my cuore reflects that
i cut myself from
te and everyone
i cut myself from the
world
my cuore hates being alive
so please help me
before
i give up
hope
and i start dying
from the inside
out
so be strong and help me
mostra me what it mean to be alive
mostra me the way to happiness
mostra me what being happy means
mostra me before my
Heart
give out
on
me
bitter
and sad
My cuore is angry
raged
and nothing more
My cuore is crying
crying
and lonely
but my cuore can be warm
soft
and happy
My cuore can be happy
joyful
and everything else
My cuore can be smiling
smiling
and with Friends
but people hate me
so my cuore reflects that
i cut myself from
te and everyone
i cut myself from the
world
my cuore hates being alive
so please help me
before
i give up
hope
and i start dying
from the inside
out
so be strong and help me
mostra me what it mean to be alive
mostra me the way to happiness
mostra me what being happy means
mostra me before my
Heart
give out
on
me
Never mind the haters. All they do is break te down. Build yourself up and ignore them. Don't they look so small from up here?
When they make a nasty comment, pretend they aren't there. They'll never get to te that way. When they kick and scream at other peoples hating commenti about them, don't they look silly?
When they ask why te like what te do, ask them why they like what they like. "How's it feel, huh?"
Hater will say many things, some the probably don't mean. But, if someone does hate, ask them, "Why? Why do te do it? Do te have nothing else to do with your life?" Just ignore them, they hate that. All the want is attention. And whatever te do, don't give it to them.
-JC
When they make a nasty comment, pretend they aren't there. They'll never get to te that way. When they kick and scream at other peoples hating commenti about them, don't they look silly?
When they ask why te like what te do, ask them why they like what they like. "How's it feel, huh?"
Hater will say many things, some the probably don't mean. But, if someone does hate, ask them, "Why? Why do te do it? Do te have nothing else to do with your life?" Just ignore them, they hate that. All the want is attention. And whatever te do, don't give it to them.
-JC
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