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My Final FarewellMy Final Farewell
I want to say one thing,
Just one thing before I leave.
I love you.
I lived for you.
As you lived for me.
But when I go you will suffer.
So this will be my final farewell to you.
I LOVE YOU!!
Farewell my love.
I will never forget,
Even when you forget me.
For when you wake up,
I will no longer be here.
Why am i alive?Why am i alive?
I ask myself this everyday.
Sometimes i answer it.
But a few hours later, I take it back.
Why am i alive?
Will I ever answer this question?
I hope i can one day.
Before its to late.
Village Hidden Behind the MoonThe sky is illuminated by the moon, revealing the dark red color that stains the earth.
The lives of many ninja abruptly end on this night of Nightmare.
In the village hidden in the leaves, the hokage sent team Yamato on simple mission, to deliver a peace agreement regarding village destruction on the borders of the land of fire and the land of wind. The members of team Yamato comprised of Yamato, Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke. They immediately set off on their mission that day. The peace agreement was to be delivered to the Kazekage, of the village hidden in the Sand. It will take Team Yamato 3 days and 3 nights to reach the hidden sand village. Two days on the journey Yamato orders the team to rest for the night for they will arrive at the dessert tomorrow and wants them to rest for its journey. Yamato used his wood style nin-jutsu to build a house for them to sleep in, and Sasuke builds a fire and has everyone gather around to explain the detail
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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