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Zijnd een Jong geitje II'Being a child isn't easy,but being grown-up's no better.Both are diffirc…'Stop.All rise for the grown-up abuser.Cheering for the gold-coated chocolate,food that's as cheap as China.Who we caged in a paper-thin cotthat we promptly ruined when abruptly rocked.Not that we care to noticeour mess,neither Mummy, nor Daddywe never knew best.Child.Too scared to protest.Father.Too focused for stress.Never taught to be a man,abusing what he had gainedand Mother:Mother, in the fatherland,who'd leave Chinaestranged.
The Bell Tolls OnceThe bell tolls once, for a silent prayer.Begins many months, without you there.The bell tolls twice, you leave forever.Watch Heaven entice and love sever.The bell tolls thrice, my pain becomes rife.No gift will suffice, for this lost life.The bell tolls four, I notice your eyes.They sparkle no more, perfect disguise.The bell tolls five, I leave through the door.At six I arrive, cry on the floor.The bell tolls eight, I wept through seven.I need you to wait, there in Heaven.
Leave Me Alone - Chp.5Chapter Five – 'Smug prick?' In My Defence...In September, I had to return to Luton for the conclusion of my studies at the University. This time however, I was not living in University Hall. Even if I put February's assault aside in my head, it still seemed doubtful that I would be able to concentrate on my work in such an atmosphere. Whenever I brought my parents to visit the flat, they were always surprised that I had managed to remain sane. I bit my tongue before I could inform them that nothing could be further from the truth.Before I left, it was making me shake my head in disbelief rather than pull my hair out. This was no truer than when I took Kay to the flat for a night. I was not keen on the idea of having my girlfriend sleep in this dwelling, but I think she was curious after hearing nothing but complaints about life in Luton from me. I opened the door and gave Kay the most accurate portrayal of student life in the town: George, unconscious on the floor with an emp
Being a KidBeing a kid isn't easy,but being grown-up's no better.Both are diffirc…Though grown-ups are the bestest spellers.Being a child was so simple,nothing but mild tears and laughter.Then responsibility overrulesand life's no fun thereafter.Being a kid is wonderfully'woo hoo!'Is grown-up life really so'bleh'?Why does Mummy crya crimson 'boo hoo'?And why doesn't Daddy knowhow to laugh?Grown-ups are so funny.