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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
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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