Upon the fallen autumn leavesA long time ago, I wanted to write something about my life. It happened, as You can see in my entry from Jan 31, 2009. Some things has changed since then. I'll write about them now.
At first, I am trying to mend some mistakes from the past. I am now in the Karate club to improve my battle skills. To be more confident, calm, when something happen, to be prepared next time.
I stopped to write poetry. Not for long I think, but for now I'm done, nothing left for me to say that way.
The love is done. Maybe this is the reason of the end of my lyrics. I won't look for it again.
I won't tell about the other. Now I'm looking in the future to come. Hope for beeing a good person.
A life is also ended.
Done.
Regretful
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I really appreciate it
-Isaiah
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Miłość jest jak morderca. Wcale nie jest ślepa. To kanibal o wyjątkowo ostrym wzroku. Przypomina wiecznie głodnego owada. A co jada? Przyjaźń.
S. King
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"Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms is where he'll be."
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