Another school day.Daybreak! I've only had three hours sleep for goodness sake. Another school day, where I could be bullied by any old fool. The teachers just like leaches- sucking at my very life blood, ready to hit the floor with a thud. The luncheon wasn't much better- tasting like the floor of a dungeon, what must I prove to get out of this groove? Oh joy! the teachers are liars! What more could I require? By the end of the day, what could I say? I was tired, sat with my tutor discussing the future, oh wow! What a variety of dead end jobs, I could only sob. Finally walking home in the rain, in all my pain, thinking of tomorrow which will only end in sorrowAnother school day.
Fallen hero.October 9th- Almost a year of intense combat has transpired, hard to believe because this revolution is one big rat. There I was transported as a prisoner to a school house, soon to be exterminated like a louse. The bullet in my flesh was still fresh- lead in my leg to be exact, I couldn't escape anyway, I was chained, thinking of the past eleven months seems insane. But what else did I have? Other than memories gone sour? I was going to be executed within the hour, what brought me here from yesterday to here I lay? My pistol had no magazine- that paints the scene. All I had to wallow in was pain, I had nothing else to gain, no victory, no glFallen hero.
King, that has not her.There I was king of the world, without a queen. She is with him and they know that I know, what they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow. The world was at my mercy, but the only thing I ever wanted at my mercy was the affections of a woman. I held so many lives in my hands, but never hers, I had the ability to destroy and to be feared, but never to be loved not by her. They love thy money, but she does not, they love thy lust, but she does not, I could tear the world apart- remove every man from this earth, she still wouldn't love me. Maybe it is I, I have the ability to destroy, but perhaps not to love, I thinKing, that has not her.
I am.Seeing that I must shortly approach mankind with the heaviest demand that has ever been made on it, it seems to me indispensable to say who I am. This ought really to be known already: for I have not neglected to "bear witness" about myself. But the disparity between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that I have been neither heard nor even so much as seen. I live on my own credit, it is perhaps merely a prejudice that I am alive at all?........ I need only talk with any of the "cultured people" who come here in the summer to convince myself that I am not alive......... Under theseI am.
In studioThoughts of A Dear Girl While sitting here thinking today a strange thought caught my eye. My lady whom i admire and love seens to always be wearing a masque for all the world to see. She wants the world to see her as tough andThoughts of A Dear Girl
invulnerable in any way. She hides behind this masque which is invisible to the naked eye. But it can be seen clearly by anyone who knows her. To the rest of the world she appears confident and self assured in every way. But to the people who really know her know that she is shy, delicate and can be very easily hurt. So very demure in her manners, and so very
sweet in a
| I am a Russian boy being educated in England, but that's not the only reason I'm here. I'm looking for someone, someone who saved my life, a English boy a true hero. That's what I'm in search for and to display my work. |
Gone.
Sadness
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i may look happy but honestly dear the only way ill really smile if you cut me ear to ear
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i may look happy but honestly dear the only way ill really smile if you cut me ear to ear
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i may look happy but honestly dear the only way ill really smile if you cut me ear to ear
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