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Name: Rebecca Spitzname: Beccy Haarfarbe: Schwarz-Braun + rote Stränen Augenfarbe: Braun Alter: 19  
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KrümeL? Du bist mein Leben! Ich Liebe Dich über alles auf der Welt! Ich kann mir ein Leben ohne Dich nicht vorstellen. Ein Leben ohne Dich ist nicht lebenswert. Ich will Dich niemaLs mehr verlieren. Lass mich nie wieder allein. Du bist alles, was ich brauche, aber ich brauche Dich. Du gibst mir Kraft für alles, was anfällt. Du gibst mir Liebe und bist das Lächeln auf meinen Lippen. Unsere Liebe ist das größte Glück auf Erden! Man kann nicht trennen, was zusammen gehört. Ich Liebe Dich! |
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And she looked out of the window. She could see the sun between the trees. Their leaves, wet from the rain, sparkled in the light. The sun shined right into her face, the sun's spouts were bright but they weren't strong enough anymore to warm up the air. She moved her face nearer to the window to see more of the coming landscape. The train got into a tunnel. It became dark. She looked out of the window. There was a nice little breeze. The song played over and over again. She looked back on how much THIS guy had hurt her. Lying to her. Pretending to love. Just a fucking coward that smoked his brain away. Then she thought of how she was now hurting another guy. That guy in whose room she stood ,thinking about the past - just two months ago. She felt bad, carrying old emotions and confused with the new feeling to be needed and loved. He entered the room, she didn't notice, lost in her thoughts. He hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. She knew she was faaling in love with him. He would never hurt her. There she was, sitting in the corridor or on the street. Tears running down her face. Fear cording up her gorge. Thousands of disrupted thoughts crossing her mind. Despondency and helplessness lecerating her heart. Watching him leaving her, with no chance to avoid it. Two situations.. That are still hurting her. With every thought of it. With every dream of the next one. With the assurance to never loved like that again. With the assurance never to love like that again. With the hope of a future they are dreaming and hoping for. Waking up and see that everything is ok. Not just ok, maybe good or even perfect. |
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Wir haben nicht um dieses Leben gebeten. Wir wurden einfach hineingeworfen. Jetzt liegt es an uns, etwas daraus zu machen. Das Leben ist wie ein Rollenspiel. Nur, dass wir selber de Verlauf beeinflussen. |
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