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Bleeding hope
Blood trickles from my heart,From in my soul,It's torn apart,I've tried so hard,I've fallen so far,I strive to crawl back to the start,But here I am,still holding on,I'm broken, battered, not very smart,I've nearly given up & in,But if I had how could I win?I would not be here for you now, to speak out truth & tear down shroud,You'll find me here if you find me at all,Still clinging to hope,though it may be small.
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Ang Huling Araw ni Rizal [Script]
Hey. I wrote this script for a school play. I wrote like 70% of it, and some are just from the internet:I would like to include some reference just in case someone wanted to claim a copyright; here's some of my reference links:>> https://www.facebook.com/AngSUPREMOph/posts/ang-mga-huling-sandali-ni-rizalngayong-december-30-ating-sinasariwa-ang-araw-ng-/1985970238192893/>> https://www.slideshare.net/kayz78?utm_campaign=profiletracking&utm_medium=sssite&utm_source=ssslideview>> https://blept.blogspot.com/2015/10/free-script-on-life-of-jose-rizal.html?m=1>> https://kupdf.net/download/script-vanessa_59143d27dc0d60f256e5e555_pdfHappy Reading! xx
For Cailan
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Off-Center
About a girl and a boy in high school I think? They go in an adventure and end up in the hospital.........so have fun reading!I wrote this forever ago in middle school and I'm cleaning out my drive and I found this so yeah. If you find any mistake please tell me and I will try to fix them.•••••••••••Link to the cover on Canva - I don't like the app they recommend. And Canva is greathttps://www.canva.com/design/DAFaMmc9p-c/l018rtxZUoxXdCwclKtH2g/view?utm_content=DAFaMmc9p-c&utm_campaign=post_screenshot_dialog&utm_medium=link&utm_source=post_screenshot_dialog
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More than your weight
To the girls & guys struggling with their weight, with bulimia, anorexia, with being bullied. You Are Loved.
Falling...
Then I jumped, finding myself falling through space and time, through the spiraling ever constant thoughts of my mind. I stepped off of my own accord,I wanted to see the other side, I wanted to find the part of me that died.I had to find it and bring it back, but the question is, if falling through the black, can I bring it out the other side with me when I try to come back?
The winding road
It gets so tough to keep on going,When the road is rough and winding,When it seems that there's no ending, And your struggles are so binding,But there's hope inside you hiding,And there's peace in Him,Abiding,In whatever circumstance your findingThat you're lost in,Know this truly,That nothing comes unduly,And your God is in control,No matter what's happening in your soul.
Who am I?
Who am I? A person you can't see, a face behind a screen, there's so much more than that to me...I read, I write, I take delight, in The One who saved me & changed my life. Who am I? I am a listener...to the hurt & lost, my purpose here to break the frost, that casts it's icy tendrils far, to harden hearts, to leave a scar. I stand here now, on hill top high, I extend one hand up to the sky, to take His hand, & with the other do, extend it out, my hand to you...
Love
Though I dwindle I will stand,Love has come & holds my hand,I feel the warmth inside me rise,this feeling reaches to the skies,A feeling beyond what I've ever known,The feeling of being loved & owned,The gentle love of a soft caress, The raging furious of a storm's duress, He will never leave & never forsake, You'll find me standing in his wake,And drinking in his presence there,I know His love is beyond compare...