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Carrière de mes fautes, Frontières retenues, Personnes amicales, Une vingtaine de visages. Change tout le temps, Toujours mal conformé, Vois-tu ma visage, De tout les cotes? Il y a vingt de moi, C'est trops confusé! Personne ne me sais, De tout les cotés. Seuls mes amis, Voyent plus qu'un, Je doute qu'ils comprends, Je suis independant. Je saute d'un à l'autre, Facile de m'échanger, Regarde à moi, De tout les cotes. Car il y a vingt de moi, Et c'est trop confusant, Vois-je mon visage, De tout les cotés? Et finalement, Y'a t'il vraiment, Une vingtaine de visages, Je suis desesperé.

Where went the days, of the game played play-by-play? A game of chance, a delicate dance, between skill and bad luck. Lady luck afflicted me, my choices proved no skill, my destiny, impossible to escape. I have few options, and I approach my final destiny, charisma wont help. My final card played, even my normal possessions lost, along with all that was familiar. And the inevitable happens.

Ou se trouve les jours, du jeu joué tour à tour? La jeu de chance, un délicat dance, entre l'habilité et la malchance. La main de Chance m'a affligé, mes choix réfletent pas l'habilité, mon destin: impossible à échapper. Mes options infimes, j'approche mon destin ultime, c'est inutile, mon charisme. J'ai joué ma carte finale, perdu même mes possessions banales, et tout ce qui m'est familiale. Et l'inévitable arrive.

It can start from the smallest word, a smile, a grin, A wink of the eye, or a nod of the head. The looker on, sees what they wish, An assumption is made. And here we go. Because Bennie tells Anna, who tells Grey his assumption in turn, "What a wonderful pair they make!" Of course Grey tells Lola who querys Emma in turn, "Why didnt we see it before?" By now Emma informs Katie who mimics in turn to Tom down the block, "Theyre going out, aint it cute?" Tom enlightens Maria, who notes to me in turn, "He loves her." Now do you see what happens? An assumption, an observation was made. A fast forward of garbled information, pa

La paix, comme la guerre est inevitable. Paix en plain soleil. Mais quoi a nuit? Sans paix, on ne serait guere ici. La paix = La guerre - 2 billions de vies. Paix n'est pas naturel. What was the glass before it was so? Comme une colombe, la paix est difficile a attraper, puis facile a perdre, mais il merite d'etre garder. Peace, like the dove, is a difficult catch. Simple to lose, but worth the effort to keep. Without light, there is darkness. Be that light and never travel the dark again. Man's anger is poison to mother earth. Life's purpose is twofold. One is to die. The other is to affect the lives of others. All ends, it is the

Talk about it. Remember it. I know it hurts, but the pain is only there, because you are pulling the knife out. The only way to heal is to remove it. The only way to heal is to allow it to. Stop clinging on the hurt. Live.