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om der var nogle her inde der havde lidt tid til at læse min engelske stil? ikke lang, er lige blevent færdig.. eller ikke helt.. men vil blive glad hvis der er nogle der gider.. evt give mig nogle flere ideer til det...
feb 2004
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Loneliness
This story is not about me, but about a girl I once meet.
She told me her story. She was 12 years old when she moved school again. She had been on 4 different schools at 2 year, she known exactly what there was waiting her, that morning, and she leaved the home, to go to school. And she was right. The same hate, the same response and the same laughing and pointing of finger after her. The school was a hell for her. She was the fat girl in the class. She did not like the school; as a matter of fact she hated the school. She always played for herself, always the same play, and she was always alone in a corner.
She learned to hate herself, her face and her body. She started to lie for her parents and stated to stay away form the school. She was afraid for the lessons, the teachers, the other students, she was scared.
Every night she cried her self to sleep, her parents did not care. She was the youngest of 5 children’s, they rarely notice her. The father was an alcoholic, so he was all the time drunk. When he had possibility to hit her, he did it. But only if the mother did not were there. So could you find her on one of the streets, she was crushed and was cried a little tear.
One day she was hearing about a party, a private party. She decided to go to the party. She would come later so they all was very drunk so she could come in. Suddenly it become Friday, and she tooked to the party, and comed in. she was confused, despairingly and could never find the tact into the music. When she was drunk, she felt that she was very happy. Some always, it ended with that she was very drunk. She was nearly paralytic of drugs and alcohol. Suddenly she was laid half naked, in a bed, with a boy with her side. She was so tired, that she did not manage to resist. She just closed her eyes and was thinking at something else. She was thinking at her dream, the dream only she known to, the dream about the guy who would rescue her, rescue her from her live, from her pains and take her into a paradise world, where everybody were happy. That dream, who she would keep deepest into her heart.
The autumn com and she become pregnant. Her parents kicked her out of the house, and she moved into a little apartment, that she did not have money to rent, so she should have a job. But she did not care. People point the finger of her, laugh, and yelled at her on the street.
In the meantime she had got a job, but not a job other moms would have.
Lonely men visit her, it become to be many men at one day, in all age. Every week, every day, every hour, there was a man ore two. She should have money to bye baby nappies, drugs and alcohol for. In the started the baby started to cried when she was at work, but it learned quickly, that there not was coming any mother. Later the state took the child from her, and she was just thinking: Let just the hell start…
She started to scribe pomes, about death and hell, about sadness and unhappiness. She yelled for help, but no body hear it. She stood out front of the station, it is snowing. She was on her way home.
Next morning, she put on her favourite record, and was going over to the bed.
She sat down at the bed, whit a handful of headache pills. Now she could se him, fell him and heir him, but it did not stooped the pains.
She took the pills and layed down at the bed. She closed her eyes, she is ready, she are whispering to the angels: take me away from her, I am ready. She looked in the mirror, she cried a little tear.
She cursed the love she never got.
Some body hammed at the door, but she did not hear it. She was just pleasure to the place she should to.
He breath relieved out, when the doctor told him that she had it better, he had sad with her side, in twelve hours. He had waited for that she should open her eyes again. He had found her, cold and lifeless in her bed. She did not remember much, and she could hardly know him again. He just smiled, and kissed her at her forehead. He had always loved her, but did not do anything about it. She had been for far away, to she could see it.
But then he take her hand, cuddle careful her at her hair, is there something there tells her that it could be real. She is her still, and she is not afraid anymore. She closed her eyes, happy for somebody heard her yell for help.
feb 2004
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feb 2004
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nov 2004
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dec 2004
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undskyld hvis jeg ik måtte . ):
den er da super god !
minder lidt om den sang der nik og jay har lavet -'kan du hører hende synge' ..
nov 2004
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har ikk hørt den sang... ku være man sku?!
dec 2004
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ja, jeg kan i hvert fald godt li den .. (:
nov 2004
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dec 2004
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så mås dO sove godt ;D
pyha . jeg havde hele familien på besøg. i dag
til julefrokost os .
maj 2004
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