- When I was younger I saw everything though rose colored glasses. I always had hope. I always cared for even the smallest thing. I believed in that good should always beat the bad. When I grew older I found out that life wasn’t what I thought it was. Every winding twist and turn may lead to the dark matters in life. I slowly grew out of having hope for everyone. The rose colored glasses fell and broke. I was left heartless and uncaring.
- by Angry nolie6 |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/01/2011 |
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- Title: rose colered glasses
- Artist: Angry nolie6
- Description: it's a short prologe of a story i am writing at home.
- Date: 07/01/2011
- Tags: rose colered glasses
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Comments (1 Comments)
- KpopperSHINee - 09/28/2011
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Don't worry ame thing happened to me, just hang in there!
Never have a defetist attitude (sorry, i canot spell)
what i do, when someone shits on me is cry to my hearts content, tell myself im gonna stop. And i get back up on full force to get that mother ******** back
I suggest you do the same.
oh and plz read my story too,
u shud write more, u write bout the truth, i favourited ur peice =] - Report As Spam
