I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and te will be free.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. te will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends te to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the superiore, in alto of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. te will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends te to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the superiore, in alto of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
Amore te forever is about a girl who lives in a town, and has a few friends, she is every teachers "Perfect Student". A new boy and his sister sposta to town, and they fall in love. her father doesnt approve of the boy. the girl and boy plan to run away 2gether with his sister and her boyfriend. but her father makes her sposta towns. she is forced 2 go 2 a all girls school, she is Lost and alone, so she turns 2 suicide. the boy and his sister find her and they take her out of school and run away 2gether and promise to Amore each other forever. but her father finds out and shoots the boy, the girl is in pain and so is his sister so they run away from their lives and live new ones, under false identities, until her father finds her and kills both of them. (btw the father is crazy)
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, o does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, o does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fuoco spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget te even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
o even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real o not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get te out of my mind.
even if i die...
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fuoco spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget te even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
o even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real o not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get te out of my mind.
even if i die...
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a fuoco while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the cerca for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang ha rubato, stola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a fuoco while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the cerca for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang ha rubato, stola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
As I grow to think about it più and more, and understand it più and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems più true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. te never know what might await te next, più dangers, o even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, te cannot always be happy, o always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. te climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. te dump and break up, te win and make up. Things happen. te can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to te in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for te to walk out the door
But te didn’t need to give it away
I promise te I’ll give it a try
te don’t have to buy my love
te don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause te don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
te shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope te finally see
That wanting from te makes me feel
te shouldn’t buy my love
I know I deserved for te to walk out the door
But te didn’t need to give it away
I promise te I’ll give it a try
te don’t have to buy my love
te don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause te don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
te shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope te finally see
That wanting from te makes me feel
te shouldn’t buy my love