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<blockquote data-quote="Djpata" data-source="post: 47712" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red"><p style="text-align: center"></p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red"><img src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/5853/00041fj3.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">Once there was a girl</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">Once the girl met a boy</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">The girl liked the boy</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">The boy disliked the girl</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She loved him</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He hated her</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She wanted to hug him</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He wanted to puke</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She wanted to kiss him</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He wanted to die</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She wanted him to want her</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He wanted her to be ashamed</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">And than one day...she wanted to cry</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">And she cried right there in front of his face</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He laughed...</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She couldn't breathe from her tears</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She couldn't take it anymore</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She was sick of this fear</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She wiped her wet eyes</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">Followed him through the door</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">And than she told him</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">I dont love you no more</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">She stared at him with no more to say</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">And slowly she turned around</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">and walked away...</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He didn't realize how much</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">pain she had</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He actually found it rather sad</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He tried to follow her outside that door</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">But there she was lying dead</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">on the floor</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">A knife through her heart</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">Blood everywhere</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He just stood on top of her</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">While everyone stared</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He couldn't move</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He just looked at her eyes</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">They were still wet and red</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">From all the hurtful things he had said</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He bent down next to her lips</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">He wanted to kiss her</p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">But she was just lying there...dead. ..</p><p></span></span></span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/263/1183ef9.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p> <p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/7127756b70.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p> <p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/720bdd943a.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /><img src="http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/5bddad38cc.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /><img src="http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/720bdd943a.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p> <p style="text-align: center"><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/love.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":love:" title="Love :love:" data-shortname=":love:" /> <a href="http://layya325.hi5.com:love:" target="_blank">http://layya325.hi5.com:love:</a> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Djpata, post: 47712, member: 1233"] [B][I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="5"][COLOR="Red"][CENTER] [IMG]http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/5853/00041fj3.gif[/IMG] Once there was a girl Once the girl met a boy The girl liked the boy The boy disliked the girl She loved him He hated her She wanted to hug him He wanted to puke She wanted to kiss him He wanted to die She wanted him to want her He wanted her to be ashamed And than one day...she wanted to cry And she cried right there in front of his face He laughed... She couldn't breathe from her tears She couldn't take it anymore She was sick of this fear She wiped her wet eyes Followed him through the door And than she told him I dont love you no more She stared at him with no more to say And slowly she turned around and walked away... He didn't realize how much pain she had He actually found it rather sad He tried to follow her outside that door But there she was lying dead on the floor A knife through her heart Blood everywhere He just stood on top of her While everyone stared He couldn't move He just looked at her eyes They were still wet and red From all the hurtful things he had said He bent down next to her lips He wanted to kiss her But she was just lying there...dead. ..[/CENTER][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/I][/B] [CENTER][IMG]http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/263/1183ef9.gif[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/7127756b70.gif[/IMG] [IMG]http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/720bdd943a.gif[/IMG][IMG]http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/5bddad38cc.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://www.storage4all.com/uploads/720bdd943a.gif[/IMG] :love: [url]http://layya325.hi5.com:love:[/url] [/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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