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jour after jour I wonder,
I wonder why I am the way I am.
Depressed, suicidal, and unloved,
Guess its the sarrow in my soul.
For hours and hours every day,
I sit and think until my head hurts.
Think about my loved ones ive lost,
Wonder why them.
Why Why WHY,
Why not me.
All I have of them is now memorys and pictures,
I look through my photos of me and my family.
Remembering when life was easier,
When I didnt have to worry about anything.
When I was care free, a happy child!
Damn this sarrow in my soul!
Everyday I look in the mirror at myself,
And I wonder how could anyone l’amour me.
And hope that...

"Eight years ago, a terrible mistake almost annihilated planets Earth, Gaia and Yoko.

Those planets are located in three different dimensions and it would normally be impossible for them to interact with each other. But par a freak accident, a scientist from Gaia opened a portal that transported him to our accueil planet Avalon.

He managed to find out about Earth and Yoko while he was there and became determined to make their existence known to his planet.

After two years, the rulers of Gaia, thinking they were superior in strength, ordered their armies to attack Earth, but were not aware that Earth...

I know you’re in pain. It hurts in ways toi can’t even begin to describe and even if toi could, no one seems to want to listen.
Sure, people care and try to help… for a time… but when toi don’t seem to be getting any better, after a while, they get tired of listening… Eventually it becomes easier to keep it all inside.
I know toi feel like it will never get better and you’ll never be okay again. It’s been like this for so long now that toi think if things were ever going to change they would have par now so this is how it’s always going to be… but it’s not. I promise it’s...

Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when toi lose important people in your life toi gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many a dit it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....

The people who lived in the suburbs of New Jersey had woken up to a morning like no other, it was a bright sunny jour with the blue sky montrer no signs of a white nuage anywhere after a very long time; and being a Sunday afternoon, everyone in the neighborhood had planned their family barbecue’s ou picnics in their backyards, all the kids had gotten changed into their swimsuits and played in the sprinklers, the chiens were barking happily, the birds were chirping merry tunes and it seemed to be the perfect summer afternoon for everybody who were enjoying their holidays, basking in the glory...