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Cassandra Oct 21
Thank you to be someone that I can call home.
Thank you to warm my heart when I feel alone.
My heart is a winter feeling ,
Your words are why I am smiling.

From what I see,
We are the same;
And when we talk about nothing
I think without any shame.

I always tell you
That if you want to,
You can talk about the things
That you will never tell me

Talk about all those things
That I know you still  hide from me
But still I hope that my own warmth,
Will make you feel better.

Another letter, just for you
All I want to say is thank you.
Thank you, dear friend
Each one of you can make me stand.
a poem to thank the friends that are here for us no matter what. Friends that make you feel valid in your own self. Thank you for the help and the laughs. I'll never forget you all, even the ones that are away.
Cassandra Oct 29
Kids running for the tramway
Looking at them while listening Like Him
A look that remembers me that hope still exists
Another opportunity can come to you
You just have to wait a little more
Or you can just walk,
But it takes even more time,so
What am I going to choose ?
I still can sleep
But nothing will change
And I'll be half dead during all of my days
So I must move
Even if I have to crawl because of being depressed
Or because of my family
I want to sleep
But it's time to get up and move
If I want to to achieve what I want.
Let me know what you think...
Cassandra Oct 21
La fleur, d'une beauté si fine
Est d'un avenir si terne.
Elle ne peut qu'être appréciée
Malgré le temps passé.

Une larme coule,
Le temps s'écoule
De ce temps achevé,
Une fleur a aussitôt fanée.

J'ignore mon état face à la vie.
Je plonge dans un temps gâché,
Par toutes ces pensées
Qui ne sont pas assez jolies.

Notre vie est comme une fleur;
Elle est belle à contempler,
Mais le temps et nos pensées
Ne nous ont qu'avancer dans notre malheur.
Sorry if it's French... I hope you'll still enjoy it ^^

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